Health and weight loss journal?
All of the above, except maybe the venting, and more!
I'm sitting on the couch enjoying the last minutes or so of quiet. None of the children are home and I'm trying to maximize on my quiet computer time in order to complete some work. But, you know how it is when you're trying to finish something and you begin to feel anxious? It's like there's something lurking around the corner.
Well, this time it's lurking around the corner of my brain.
I mean really, can I get a little focus here?
Deep ooohmmm-ing breath. Closing of the eyes. Breathing from the stomach...
Okay. Let's get to it.
Today is Tuesday and here at It's a woman's world that usually means it's time to talk about health and weight loss. Problem is I don't really feel like talking about that. I will tell you, however, that I had a really bad "attack" over the weekend and I'm feeling much better. Sore. But I feel somewhat human again. The regular aches and pains are hanging around (like old smelly friends) and the tiredness is keeping me company (like a blanket that smells like mothballs...). Other than that: It's all peaches and roses. No, strawberries and chocolate. Wait! I've got it: It's all strawberries, rose petals & chocolate. Deep dark chocolate.
Oops... more digression.
I've been busy clicking away trying to keep the dollars rolling in to replace the mullah I spent on Christmas gifts. It's great to be able to get my children some of the things they want, but it's almost like I can hear the money falling from my pockets. No complaints. I actually feel only a smidgen of anxiety compared to the overwhelming suffocation I felt last year. I can't find the anxiety post, but I thought you would like a peek at the children from this time last year. It's amazing how much they've changed in just a year.
Finally, please forgive me if I've been MIA at your blog or site. Everything should get back in order when I get more organized with my own laptop. A laptop I'm being forced to buy because mine died. SIGH... Okay, I'm not going to get anxious about that 'cause if I don't have one (Amber's taking hers back to school with her) then I can't work. If I can't work then I die.
If I can't work then I don't make money. So, let me get back to it. Wish me luck and if you're feeling in the Christmas spirit and want to express your love by purchasing me a laptop (a Toshiba or an HP... ooohhhh, a Dell!) then feel free to do so. I don't want to hold you back from the true meaning of Christmas. ;)