I like to blog for fun. I like to write about whatever nonsense is floating around in my mind. And then maybe year's later I can look back and think wow I was brilliant! Kidding!
No but really. I like writing freely. Its nice.
I like making interweb friends along the way too! I must admit I am terrible at leaving comments but it doesn't mean I don't stop by to lurk and read. I've gotten to peer into peoples lives in cities I probably will never visit. Thats the neatness about blogging.
I could careless about having a bazillion followers or just one. Quality over quantity my friends.
The first time I saw my followers fluctuate I was a little offended. I thought, "Who dare leave my blog! How rude! Why did you come in the first place?!?" But then I thought really? Who cares. If they don't like it here well I am not going to beg them to stay. I followed this one person whose blog I liked and saw that they followed mine in return. I was flattered because I didn't ask for them to be a follower and I thought cool they like my blog too! And then that person unfollowed me briefly after. And then I unfollowed them for being a phony follower! Isn't that just the dumbest thing you've ever heard?
I don't know why it makes me laugh. I guess that person pulled the ol' "PSYCH!" game on me and I played it right back. Brilliance! See years from now thats the kind of crap I will read and remember what an idiot I was and maybe am? In the future?
I am yammering on here so lets change the subject...
So I gained two pounds during Christmas break. Ugh. Something about being back home just makes a girl pig out. I ate like it was thanksgiving everyday. Honestly, I must have good genetics to only gain two pounds over three weeks because I ate like I was going to die the next day everyday. I mean it was just ridiculous.
So I am back in my natural habitat (aka the San Francisco bay area) and I have been exercising 5x a week. I just drag my lazy butt to the apartment complex gym whether its freezing, windy, or raining. I love that feeling of jumping back into a work out and feeling yourself build more endurance. Today I jogged 20 minutes straight! No stopping. (Okay I stopped for 30 seconds because my shoe lace unraveled but otherwise I wouldn't have)
Also I have a question for the mothers out there. What age were you when you were decided to enter mommyville? When you felt ready? I am 23-years-old and still think kids suck and that babies stink like doo doo.
Will I ever have maternal instincts?