Not even sure how to start. I have felt in a daze since last Wednesday. Just going through the motions. We are burying my grandpa today. Thankfully it will be pretty quick. He wasn’t one for big showy extravaganzas. Just a simple man, who loved his family.
Learning to replace my emotional connection with food to exercise. Still a ways to go, but I’m moving forward. Also, it just occurred to me that I have no full length mirror at home.
Why does everyone put so much pressure on new years eve? I guess I used to as well, so I can’t blame everyone. The first year I was with B was rough because he doesn’t buy into the hype of anything. (In the end I’m glad, but at the time it was pretty crappy… there I was with someone to finally kiss at midnight, who didn’t want to kiss at midnight simply to spite the holiday…. sometimes when I look back, he could really be an asshole) Now that I’ve grown up a bit and have had a nye date for 5 years I don’t particularly care anymore. After all the feelings of guilt last night over possibly not going, and then the feelings of guilt for going home before midnight, I’ve decided my new years resolution is to stop feeling so fucking guilty. If I say I’m going to do something, I’ll do it. But if I decide not to, I’m not going to let people decide how I feel about said decision. 2013 is about me (and of course a bit about those I love) but mostly me. I’ve signed up for the GO! Half Marathon for April 7th and I’ve already started my training schedule. K&J are getting married this year and I’m gonna look smokin for their wedding. When we go to Indy this year, I’m going to be able to wear shorts, I’m going to sign up for at least 2 other 5k’s and do the zombie run, and I’m going to see a doctor about the possibility of getting pregnant in 2014. And I’m working on my 30 before list. Going to make it a great year!
NYE Royal Rogue at the Basket Case Deli.
Doogie enjoying aphex twin