At least you have the comfort of knowing there aren't a lot more special effects for me to be obsessed with on my webcam.
I read an interesting article in Allure today, because I'm deep. It was about diet myths, and they said exercise alone will not bring weight loss. You also have to eat less.
I guess this explains why I have been running all year with relatively little weight loss. Also, since I stole this dog, there has not been a day that I have not walked at least 20 minutes, and now with my at-work walks, I am walking an hour five days a week. At yet? Weight's the same.
Speaking of which, the dog and I took our trek to the dog park today even though it had been thundering for hours. In fact, I kept putting it off, and then I got sick of the thunder who cried wolf, so we went anyway.
Well. It is about a 10-minute walk through the woods to get to the park, and obviously a 10-minute walk back. And could the skies have gotten more ominous and we trekked through that park? Did I feel at all like Hansel and Gretel in those woods?
So now I am typing you from my very rainy house — we somehow managed to make it to the dog park, sniff Retriever butts for 15 minutes, chase a Doberman and get back to the car before it actually rained. But we looked like mimes walking against the wind on the way back to the car.
I like the South for its drama queen weather. It doesn't just incessantly drizzle like it did in Seattle, nor does it do nothing like it did in California. No, when the weather gets in a mood, it really gets into it. The trees are swaying right now, and the lightning is lightning-ing.
My photo boxes came today, so I have spent several hours taking photos out of their '80s albums already, and getting depressed that I used to be so cute. Why is it you're cute in your 20s but you're miserable, and then once you get happy you've jumped the looks shark? Couldn't I have had a few years of cute + happy?
Also, I am finding lots of photos of old boyfriends, and I am astonished that I feel absolutely… nothing for most of them. I wish I could go back to my sad self when I broke up with them all, and tell myself, "Honey? Someday you will (a) look like Charlie in Willy Wonka with your mom hairdo and (b) you will be totally, totally over this guy. Also? Appreciate your ankles now, cause you will not always have them."
WOOOOO! Big thunder! Is it dangerous to be on the computer now? Geez, this weather is letting all the bugs in.