Hello, people of the blogosphere! I figured this stormy, chilly night is a good time to catch up on posting on here. I’m only a couple weeks behind. Worst blogger ever.
Side Effects of Random Running…
Now, as we all know I’m an itchy soul. I was scratching my leg through my pj’s the other night and that was not nearly enough. So when I finally got my nails directly on my skin and tried to tear it off in my enthusiasm, I noticed an odd thing. My leg didn’t feel right. I decided I didn’t want to deal with yet another oddness, but couldn’t stop wondering what the heck was going on. So I poked and prodded a bit and guess what! I have a BABY MUSCLE popping up! It’s crawled it’s way through my pudge to smoosh against my skin and just be there in all it’s tiny little glory. I’m quite excited. I’d be fine if the fat would go away before the muscles come out to play, but whatever. I’ll take progress if that’s the way it wants to present itself.
Along the lines of odd body stuff and recent changes, I stepped out of the shower and didn’t avert my eyes in time to avoid looking at myself whilst in my birthday suit. Which is rude. But it happened. And, I noticed something seemed off. At first, I couldn’t figure out what the issue was, but it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t as symmetrical as I once was. I’m running my stupid boob off. Yes, you read that right. Just one. The left one to be precise. Of all the many many maaaaany places I could stand to have fat melted off, JUST. ONE. BOOB. Now that’s stupid. It makes no sense at all. And I’m a little bit bitter about it. My baby muscles aren’t impressive enough to lose a booble for it. The gods of exercise are fickle and annoying.
Fun fact, I just had to add booble to my computer dictionary. I feel that should have been a word I saved LONG before now. This computer is old.
I have so much I need to get done, but I really just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep. There’s something about this time of year that just pushes me into hibernation. However, since society frowns on that, I’ve done the next best thing. I’ve been watching a guy in Canada (about=aboot and I am loving it) who built his own cabin in the woods and is basically just chilling there full time. His wife is moving in too. I love the idea of it, but I don’t like the fact there’s no running water. I don’t need a huge house or fancy digs. But showers are kind of a big deal. The older I get the more tookie I get about cleanliness. I’ve always showered just about every day, but now I NEED those showers. I need to feel clean. Maybe I’m having some sort of psychological break. Sticky stuff used to bother me greatly. Now it’s enough to make me contemplate a panic attack.
But the scenery is gorgeous and I love the idea of nothing but nature around for miles. A beautiful clean river to fish in, lots of wildlife and game, quiet, beautiful seasons…I want to go visit him. I don’t actually need him to talk to me. I don’t actually even care if he’s there. Although I do want to hang out with his dog, she’s the cutest thing ever. If you are a youtube fan check out My Self Reliance. There are plenty of videos where he doesn’t talk. You just watch him putter around his cabin and go ice fishing and play with his dog (Callie, whom I love so much it hurts a little).
I’m going to bring up my brilliant idea of a cabin in the smokies to rent out most of the time but use as a vacation house when we need to get away from the city. I’m glad so many people love Nashville, but I can’t stand the traffic and how so many areas are just…dirty. Everyone says New Orleans is dirty but this town has so many spots that beat out NOLA. And the food scene isn’t as good. Also, I love New Orleans and am biased, but we all know NOLA is the place for food and Nashville just lacks. I am dying to get out of here to someplace quiet for weekends occasionally. Or NOLA so I can eat my weight in deliciousness. Either would work.
And now that I’ve talked about food in NOLA, I’m hungry. My brain is a jerk. Also, look up the Awkward Yeti if you haven’t. It’s fantastic.