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Kill me now!
Yeas, been gone. Know what I’ve been doing instead of writing? Mostly working, pretty long days, because I like what I do and because it’s my job and as a small business owner who wants to be a big-ass business owner (thus far only succeeding in the big ass part) I guess that’s what I do. Also: very compulsive person.
You’ll have to excuse me for going on about myself here, but nobody is reading it anyway and boy, it’s been a while and I like hearing myself talk. I want you to know I started missing writing like craaaazy, missing it like I would miss running or working out if I couldn’t do that, HA HA HA, oh that’s a good one right now, I’ll get to it.
I decided recently I would take one day off a week, (Sundays, because even god did that) and so I’ve been setting that up, changing my schedule and so on (just be glad I’m not detailing that) and part of the big idea here was that I would write with some of that free, free time. This Sunday was gonna be the first one, and I would relax and write back atcha.
Oh but this is funny: I sprained my ankle today. Never done it before, I’m structurally pretty much built like a work animal, but I do bounce around in goofy ways and today I took a bounding dance step and rolled my ankle all the way sideways and it went crunch and I went “FUCK fuck fuck fuck, I’m fine!” Which I am, but also seriously mad to have an enforced rest when I was thiiiiis close to fucking doing it on my own.
Um, the timing is poor in my opinion (I had blocked off a whole week in August when it would have been fine, I have “sprain ankle” on my google calendar for then, not now, mother fucker) because a month ago there were a couple weeks of insanity with prepping a house for sale and the business took off and I did not do even one workout for those two weeks, it was NUTS. That never happens. Luckily, I dialed back my voracious eating so I stayed at an optimal place…Oh wait, I didn’t, I actually stress-ate my way through multiple pastries until my pants stopped fitting in appropriate ways. Right. Well fuck. Anyway, in the last few weeks I was juuuust developing a comforting routine of working out again and feeling like myself when I crunched my damn ankle, but no, I’m not that bitter, I’m hitting myself in the head with this hammer because I like to.
But hey, writing. Now you maybe get to hear about how I manage to survive an injury and eat like someone other than what I think of as myself and try and rehab an ankle but mostly I just feel sad and bitchy. I even had a non-sprain topic, that NY Times thing from weeks ago that can be partially summarized by saying that exercise alone won’t make you lose weight, and also some men tend to lose weight more easily than women, we laydees (and some men) go for homeostasis, and no, that’s not a titillating Showtime series, it just means we replace the calories we burn while our bodies cling to our fat stores. Which can also be summarized as:
LIFE IS NOT FAIR. Oh well. I figured that out years ago when daily workouts did not lose me one pound while my ex lost five in a week by switching out his croissant sandwich for an english fucking muffin sandwich. Ha ha ha, welcome to the sucky suckness of reality, the rest of us have tried to make it look homey by using tasteful throw pillows and good lighting.
Anyhow, we move on. I’ll work out again, you know I will, and if my voice has an edge it’s just the ice pack and desperation. But Hi, anyway, hope all is well. Nice to be back, and thanks to all three of you for reading this, I don’t even mind that one of you is a spambot because maybe you like to work out too.

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