You blog like a girl

…and maybe some other things.
*caveat* I wrote this a week ago, but I left it unpublished out of mortification. Today I’m brave enough to post.

In my hall of shame, many things are moments come and gone, lived through, learned from. Like wearing a white swim suit to a meet in junior high. Like breaking up with someone by writing them a note. IN COLLEGE. These things cause me to smile and nod, knowing I have learned from them and moved on. But, lately, the things that are always lurking in my hall of shame, constant on going projects of continuous self improvement, need the light shined on them. I’ve learned in my days on the stage when I expose my junk, I deal with it better. I’ve learned this metaphorically and literally. So, if this is not your bag, please discontinue reading, hopefully the next post will be less navel gazing.
Well, maybe not. My current oversized carry-on baggage goes as follows:
ONE
My struggle to stay healthy. Lose some weight. The old old struggle. And I’m not 14 about, I love myself, I think I’m pretty and smart. I’m not trying to look like Keith Richards. But I really don’t want to buy new clothes. Some of the clothes I have, I really like. And the health thing, bla bla bla. But I am currently within a healthy range. Like, exactly within.
For those who are interested in minutae, I am publishing my fitday journal, a free online service to count all things consumable. It will help keep me real about what I’m eating. And what I’m weighing. And what I’m not doing. Keepin it real is how I roll, yea.
TWO
My lack of interest in the domestic arts that involve any sort of cleanser. I’ve tried this before, but I let life sweep me away from the project. It’s definitely a project. But my jaw is set, one room at a time, I shall learn to vaccuum on a schedule! I shall learn to not keep things because I might need them someday! Or someone else might need it! And then if I have it, they’ll think I’m much cooler than they previously thought!
I will be documenting this on flickr. Look at the freak and her giant pile of fill in the blank. Befores hopefully will inspire terrific afters. I’ve made a solemn promise to myself, and now the world, to no longer leave kleenex on the side of the bed.
I hope to look back on this, smile and nod, knowing that I’ve learned from this moment and moved on.