I hate working out. I don't care if I miss work outs and it is not my passion to work out. I sleep eat and go to work. If I didnt have to watch my weight then I wouldn't even think about working out. But unfortunately my life has been a constant reminder of having to work out. I dread it. Just thinking about it makes me angry and I resent it. My advice.. dont get fat and then you wont have that problem. It will always be a constant struggle. I keep telling myself to just get unfat and then I wont have to work out anymore. But from what I'm being told it doesn't work that way. I hate it. I loath it. If it were up to me, I wouldn't even do it at all. I dont agree with that mumbo jumbo work out crap. Society says we have to be skinny and healthy. What the fuck ever. If it were up to me I would just be me. Sadly I live in a lifestyle that calls for being skinny and this so called healthy crap. What. Ever.
Another year has come and gone, and here I am—mid-January already. Christmas was spent with family, as always. The holidays tend to be chaotic, rushing back and forth across town to visit everyone. 2024 was truly a memorable year for me! So many milestones to reflect on: I turned 40. I participated in two amateur horse shows. I earned my motorcycle endorsement. (I conquered the Twisted Sisters route on my motorcycle!) My brother bought a new house (so proud of him—just waiting for a new sister-in-law now!). I celebrated my 10-year wedding anniversary. And I hit my 2-year mark with my company. It’s been a year of highs and some lows, but I think the highs outweighed the lows—or maybe I just blocked the lows out entirely (I do have a knack for that, haha!). While my memory isn’t quite where I wish it was, I’ve been making an effort to shake things up and challenge myself with new activities. It feels good to break out of the routine and keep my mind sharp. I’ve started gaming recent...