I have some random schmandom.
One thing is for sure, my Eat Clean Poop Green lifestyle is finally making a difference. I am not talking about the 50 shades of green which may or may not be the color of my poo. That depends on the intake veggies. But anyway, this post is not talking about the colors of feces.
It has taken quite some time to finally get all the toxins and bad "gunk" I will say, out of my system. My attitude is much better and I didn't realize how far in the hole you can get with a broken neck and constant pain until it becomes better. Although, I longed to run again and feel great, I didn't realize how much your body compensates for the discomfort and most importantly, how much it affected my attitude. I was really a bear. In my mind, I thought I was doing fine and at times I felt sorry for myself because my life is no where near where it needs to be, but I kept putting one step forward. It was a farce. I really wasn't fine. The physical pain and unhealthy status of my body really drug me down and it snuck up on me.
I think I had resting bitch face and denial. I will always have goals and move forward, but my outlook and despair was ridiculous.
Lastly, I was in a roller coaster relationship that wasn't for me but I think I tried to force it to work. I tried too hard and expected too much. Then the truth of the matter was unveiled in a shocking reveal similar to an episode of Jerry Springer. I don't think about do-overs because it is what it is and you can't change history, but I lost a good friend and I miss the camaraderie. I would rather have had that friendship than all the drama and chaos of being the other woman of the other woman. He could have kept his drama at home and we could have just been friends. Just a random thought because I think the relationship woes and actuality brought me down, too. But, that is water under the bridge.
Holy smokes! My ex must have read the other post because he just put money in my account for Bug's ring and some for her lunches! I got a text message from him right now. Checking bank account...
Yes, random things happen when I write posts.
Anyway, I stopped suddenly a couple days ago while looking in the mirror. I HAVE AGED. Drat and what in the hell in Tarnation?!?! Why didn't God tell me I was old?
Look for yourself...
|Ok. No laughing. Stop it. Yes, I have no makeup. Yes, I am old. Poop. Shit.|
Maybe pooping 50 shades of green will help.
Wait. I'm getting interrupted again.
Frankie just shared a story with the office. His smallest child got in trouble at school and he was called. Apparently, his little girl was being picked on by a boy and she handled it. The school didn't really like how she handled it. Thus, she got in trouble. Apparently, the boy was a bully and continued to a point until she wrote him a note:
"Stop being a little bitch."
Yep. Luck would have it that other kids grabbed the note and read it, laughed and it sparked a plethora of the other little kids writing notes to bullies to stop being little bitches.
That's some funny shit right there.