Someone “Stumbledupon” my post yesterday, and holy sheeeyit, my site statistics tripled. Now I feel this horrible pressure to post something “serious” far more often.
*Snort* Yeah, right. You dip your toe into the pond of “serious blogging” and the next thing you know you’re embroiled in an extremely ugly political debate on a weight loss board with a guy who is accusing you of being Satan’s handmaiden because you dared to question “his” candidate’s stance on an issue or two. And I’ll have you know that I am going to single-handedly bring on the ruination of the entire free world for saying “Why yes, there is” when someone asked if there was a third choice in the presidential election.
‘Cause I’m just evil that way.
(Senator Obama, you’ll be glad to know that if anyone – anyone at ALL – gives you any grief, JohnnieCC847** has your back.)
Anyhoo, I’ve decided that I triple pink puffy glitter heart my new iPod. It’s the best thing to come along since my parents bought me that huge, heavy, bulky, bright yellow radio headset when I was about 14 or so, and is ever so much easier to hide from my coworkers carry around. I’m also putting together an ever-evolving playlist just for working out that absolutely rocks – so much so that the last two mornings I’ve just leapt out of bed at 5:30 a.m. and run down to the basement so I could jump on the treadmill.
Okay, so that may be, ahem, a slight exaggeration, but the fact still stands that yes, I got up at that miserable hour two days in a row and got on the treadmill for 45 minutes. And hoofed it, to boot.
I am Woman; watch me sweat.
This Weight Watchers thing isn’t so bad either; my weigh in is tomorrow and while I’m not about to publish my weight for the entire world to laugh at see, I will tell you how much weight I lost for the week. I can also say that between eating more sensibly, exercise and the hormones my angel of a doctor prescribed, I am feeling MUCH better these days.
Speaking of doctors, over the last several days I’ve broken out in an ugly red rash all over my neck that seems to be moving up to my face. Since going to the doctor is just my favorite thing in the world (yes, there is quite a bit of some sarcasm in that statement), I called her office and demanded begged for an appointment today. The diagnosis? I’m allergic to Ohio. You think I jest, but I do not. There’s apparently four-thousanty-bajillion particles per cubic centimeter of pollens, molds, spores and fungi out there this time of year, and my poor old bod has apparently just had enough.
So now I’m looking at two prescriptions: one for an antihistamine and another for Prednisone. A steroid. Ugh. I’ve taken steroids before and let me tell you – it ain’t pretty. My present mood swings will look like a trip to Sunnybrook Farm in comparison to what’s coming. I guess The Young One and Beloved better batten down the hatches for the next week.
And the rest of you should be grateful I’m in favor of gun control.
**Totally ficticious internet handle for a real person using the internet. Who is voting for Obama and you’d better bigod not forget it.