Last week I signed on to do the national novel writing thingy. Who the hell was I kidding? I am so stressed out my head has been pounding for weeks, I just recovered from the baconic plague and I am so far behind at work I might as well just light my inbox on fire and start from scratch.
Let’s add writing 175 pages of a yet-to-be-outlined novel on top of all that, shall we?
Let’s not. But let’s do this instead: NaBloPoMo. I know I can rock out a blog post every single day. Especially in November. A month in which I will go to a Maroon 5 concert, celebrate my 40-some-shit birthday AND observe the greatest holiday on the American calendar: Thanksgiving.
I can totally do this. Looking forward to it, actually.
This month is going to be important to me. I can use this blog to rededicate myself to dropping pounds and still enjoy my birthday, my holiday and my life.
And maybe I can find my own, authentic voice, not a sad imitation of the other clever bloggers I love to read. Just me. And maybe someone will want to read it. Or maybe no one will. Doesn’t really matter.
I need this space to be me. To rant about how much it sucks to be fat and how I really want to be healthy. But also to wail about how much I love food, cooking it, eating it, sharing it. And how finding the balance between those two things is the one thing I have never been able to find in my life.
And I can share photos like this:
Oh yeah. That’s a pan of brownies I made and incorporated leftover Halloween candy bars. There’s Hershey bars and Baby Ruth inside, M&Ms on the outside. Makes a girl just break out in LOL-cat speak: NOM NOM NOM!!!1!
