May 2019 – Sweat & Sparkle

Woozy

abdominal-pain-and-dizziness_thumb To say the last few weeks have been tough would be a massive understatement. Life not only knocked me down, it sat on me, kicked me, and taunted me while it laughed. I stayed down and didn’t even try to get up.

I am tired. Very tired. I am emotionally drained. I just want to rest for a while. But that doesn’t mean it’s time to count me out.

So yeah, I gave up for a while. Yeah, I’ve gained weight back. I couldn’t deny that, anyway, seeing as how I am wearing the evidence on my body for all to see.

I feel like that character in a movie who got smacked in the head and has been knocked out for a while, and they are just now trying to stand up, moaning, groggy, shaky on their feet, trying to figure out what the hell just happened and what to do now.

A new month starts in just a few days. Sure, it’s cliche to wait until a new month, or new week, or “I’ll start on Monday”, but I need to get my feet back under me and my head back on straight. So June 1st it is.

I’ve been quiet but not gone. My journey, and my blog, are far from over. It’s time to stand up again.

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Too Busy Being Awesome

While scrolling mindlessly through Facebook yesterday, searching for funny cartoons or cat pictures (the only things really worth seeing on Facebook, in my opinion), I came across this:

Real Women

If I roll my eyes any more vigorously, I might strain something. Lord knows we were in dire need of yet another method to judge and scrutinize women. I have one response to nonsense like this: BITE ME. Hard.

It’s a rare weekend that I don’t make time to do my nails. Guess what? The house is already clean, the kids are taken care of, my husband is content, and nothing in my household is on fire. I like my nails to look good. When did that become a federal offense?

I have not conducted any stringent research on the matter, but I will hazard an educated guess that a woman’s appearance, nail polish, and cell phone choice have zero correlation with the status of her kids or her household. How patently absurd to suggest otherwise.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. If a woman relaxes, wears sweats, doesn’t do her nails, then she is a slob. If a woman does her hair, make-up, and nails, then she is self-centered and high maintenance. Oh, and her family and household apparently fall to helpless pieces. Blah, whatever.

And what, pray tell, is wrong with a woman taking care of herself once in a while? Why is it considered so saintly for a woman to play martyr and sacrifice all of her time and energy for others, at the expense of herself? I call bullshit. Everyone needs time for themselves, and everyone deserves self-care. So there.

Think whatever you want, I say. I’m too busy being awesome to try to please everyone on the planet.

I have better things to worry about, anyway. Pretty soon, I am heading home early to get ready to go see my stepkids. We already have some plans this weekend, so it’s going to be busy and will fly by much too fast. I’m ready to enjoy every minute of the weekend while it’s here!