This morning started with a bang.
First thing I did when this sequestered lock-down started was ditch the bra. I mean, who cares if I wear one or not?
Let’s talk about something a little less pleasant for a change.
Let’s talk about colonoscopies.
First point I’d like to make: I am not doing it.
I have been good with the low carb thing since Monday.
That’s a lie. Monday was a holiday and we were at the Autoshow and I had to eat greasy pizza for lunch.
Where do you derive your value from? Your self-worth?
From other people? In the form of praise? Acceptance? Or love?
Or from an internal sense of a job well done? Maybe from an accomplished task?
From a paycheck?
Please don’t say from kids. Especially not teenagers. 😔
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Two weeks ago I ventured into a Victoria’s Secret for the first time in at least 25 years.
I have been out of sorts this week.
Go ahead, roll your eyes. I know what you’re thinking:
So. About boot camp… 😶
After Tuesday’s chocolate gorging, I went to check out the local exercise class in the church basement on Wednesday morning.
Well, the good news is, I’m still alive. 😂
I did something dumb yesterday.