I kicked off a new eating better/calorie counting/exercising every day/taking vitamins/weight loss regime three weeks ago and have lost FIVE POUNDS already. I'm so proud of myself.
Also, I got some new shoes today. They're supposed to help tone my ass and legs. They are quite bouncy. I feel like Tigger.
There will probably be more before too long.
LOOK AT THE HANDSOME! LISTEN TO THE DANCEY BEAT!
I made many many changes to my life this past year. HUGE changes. (Broke up with a longtime boyfriend, had a mental breakdown, made myself ill, moved to the city, got my first full time job, met lots of new people including an amazing new man I don't plan on letting go of, etc.) Also, I am getting my first house! I can't wait to get the ball rolling on buying this house and building that little nest I've always wanted.
Phew, man. This feels good. I am happier than I ever remember
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
I know I want kids eventually. I've always wanted to be a mom and all. But GEEZ. Every time I see one, it's like my uterus goes "I WANT I WANT!!" and I have to remind myself that I'M 23, I've only been with my dude for a few months, I'm not even done with school yet, I'm currently unemployed, and I'm no position to start making babies!
Jesus Fucking Christ.
My wind chime fell down into the courtyard of my apartment complex from two stories up. I guess it broke, but someone cleaned it up before I noticed it was gone. It made me very sad.
It was one of those pretty all-wooden ones, too.
I've made so many changes to my life, I don't know where to go from here and I'm scared.