When I Googled "215 pounds," this image came out. Nice ...
OK, so it's been like 18 years or something since I've blogged. It's not for a lack of things to say -- it's more of a lack of motivation to say them.
But that's a pitiful excuse -- or, at the very least, just sad to admit. Either way, I'm back like a bad sequel, along with my plans to run the half marathon in the annual Route 66 sweat-stravaganza.
When last we spoke via blog, I wanna say I was complaining about a potential stress fracture, right? Well, that sidelined me (as I'll tell you in my column in Tuesday's Tulsa World), which means I won't do the full (i.e., "the fool," as I more often call it). I'm quite disappointed, but I'll get over it. Half ain't bad!
It's too convenient that Nov. 1 is also a Monday, so it just seems to beg for me to attempt some healthy eating -- specifically, LOSE WEIGHT. As I'm perpetually prone to purge my soul publicly, might as well tell you I weigh 215 pounds. I can't help but wonder if some of my foot or occasional knee discomfort is from the weight I'm packing. Hmm ...
Sorry, I'm not always going to talk about myself here (lie). Seriously, it won't always be running and diets and the homicidal urges frequently tied to both. Especially as the holiday shopping season is upon us, I'm sure I'll have some product suggestions to make and sale updates for you to take advantage of. Just don't expect me to not end sentences with prepositions.
That's all I got today, kids. Missed ya, love ya, let's chat again on the morrow.
Peace, love and blogging irregularity ... XOXO
