For the past 2 weeks, I have been uninspired. I've had nothing to write. I've been waiting for that one spectacular idea to come to me so that I could start blogging again.
But alas, I have nothing. No big epiphany. No huge revelation. No words of encouragement to share with my faithful readers. And no more weight loss.
I'm stuck. In more ways than one. And it stinks. It really stinks. Stinks like a dirty diaper.
And I should know what that smells like. I've been changing like 20 of them each day.
Well not really. But some days it feels like it. Why can't I think of anything to share with you?
Why can't I come up with something to write about? Usually I'm full of ideas to share. Most of the time, when I'm right in the middle of silly mundane tasks, things come to me. And I have to write them down quick. Before I forget.
There have been a few times when I've called myself on my home phone from my cell phone just to leave a message to myself about something I want to write about.
No such messages lately. Just messages from bill collectors. That's all.
Oh, and an occasional call from a friend calling me to vent about their problems. I don't mind. Really I don't. It helps to take my mind off my own set of problems.
For those of you who haven't read in awhile, or if I've simply forgotten to give an update (I'm too lazy right now to go back and look at my past blogs to check if I've given any lately) , I'm at 34 lbs. lost now. I've been stuck here for a few weeks. But at least I am noticing some toning in areas that I've been concentrating on at the gym. That's a good thing, right? No more jiggly buns. It feels funny when I'm walking down the aisle at Wal Mart rather quickly and I no longer feel the jiggling and wiggling that I used to feel. It makes me chuckle each time.
Well, that's all for now. Hopefully I'll be inspired soon and I'll be back to my normal witty self. Hopefully. Have a great weekend!
