I've been trying to figure out where my blah is coming from. At first I thought it was swine flu. Not me, just Addie. She's been sick and so I took her to the doctor yesterday. In the back of my mind I slightly wondered about the flu, but the thought of her being home on quarantine made me stop breathing. For a brief second I thought about her talking to me non-stop for 10 days straight and it made me dizzy. Kind of like getting stuck on the It's A Small World ride at Disneyland. Really. But after talking to the doctor, the poor girl just has a massive sinus infection. It probably started when she stuck a bunch of tissue pieces up her nose on Sunday. She was in a time out and was bored. Makes total sense.
This morning I think I figured out the source of my blahness. A light bulb moment of clarity. It's exercise. It has to be. For the last 2 weeks I have been walking on my treadmill. That's why I feel so bleak. It has zapped all my happiness right out of me. I think it's slowly taking away my will to live. For reals.
All you exercise people out there are going to tell me that it gets better, right? That soon I will just love it and I'll come to realize how good I feel. What a load of lies. I bet that these are the same people who told me Makell wouldn't always be as devious as she was when she started the car at the age of 4. Uh huh, load of lies.
Have you ever looked at the people who are exercising or running on a treadmill? Do they look happy? I think not. They look like they're being tortured. Willingly. Sweating can do that to you. It makes you feel all gross and your hair turns nasty. So depressing. No one should have to endure sweaty hair. It's just not right.
I'm going to have to find a way to overcome my blah. I'm going to keep stepping on the treadmill. I'm determined. Maybe if I buy a super cute exercise outfit and coordinating shoes, it will help. Being fashionable always perks up my spirits. That, and cupcakes. I think that's what I'm going to need. Lots and lots of cupcakes. I'll eat them while wearing my cute, new outfit. I feel the blah lifting already.
Posts
10 comments :
Lisa, this is so funny. The reason I go to Curves is so I don't sweat much and I am done in 35 minutes! I don't know if the workout really helps,it makes me hungry!
I still think you should write a book!
love y'all
So, I know people tell you you will eventually love exercising but I have never developed that love. And I exercise a lot. I love how I feel afterwards and I love how it makes me look and that it's good for me but I rarely love doing it. Do you watch TV while on the treadmill... that will make it better for sure.
Maybe you'd like roller skating or aqua arobics more than walking on the treadmill. I would suggest walking outside but I have the feeling that you hate the heat.
It seems that your Blah is my Craziness. Sometimes, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry when I read what your family puts you through.
You are a MESS!! for reals!
I love being sweaty! I'm convinced my butt looks smaller when I'm sweaty! Keep it up girl! It sucks but they say it's worth it!
Why don't you eat the cupcakes in your new outfit while walking on the treadmill and thinking of your children in all day summer camp. Oh wait, I just figured it out.... you're blah because Summer is starting, school is out soon and your children will be home 24/7. Girl, you're gonna need more than cupcakes and a new outfit to cure this "blah".
Lisa , Lisa , Lisa, Blah is my life. I think we need to run away together and not come home until the blah is gone.
Seriously, it just said Emily....when did she get an identity ? AAAHHHHHH, this is Penny and I have to go find out when Emily was on MY computer.
Lisa --- BLAH is ALWAYS cured by CHOCOLATE!! Come over and indulge with me!!!
Post a Comment