I cannot manage to get my fat ass off my bed to do ANYTHING lately. Ashamed to admit it, I have completely gotten away from doing anything worthwhile. I am not thinking fruit, taking two, taking walks nada, nein, nothing and I don't know why. I was so excited about all the good things happening and then poof, done.
So, I've decided to write about it. I can't figure out this 3 or 4 week energy boost and then my descent into the bog. Wha???? And when will it change? Maybe because I am spending so much time reading about soon to be American Idol, Adam Lambert and relooping the dvr to watch his performances. I'm sick
Anyway, it bothers me greatly, that I've turned back to my regular slovenly ways. I'm going to chalk this up to Adam and Menopause. I think Menopause is the culprit. Just when I think I've got all my problems licked, a hot flash will rear its ugly head.
Chris and John aren't helping. They aren't hindering, but Chris admits that she won't walk unless I get her up to do it, and John won't even try.
Note on June 15th, 2009. I am posting this for you, Robin, until I get another blog up. I promise it will be soon. And Adam didn't win, even though he is number one in my heart.
