It's Been A While - About that...

It's been a while. Somewhere in my crappier judgement I erased my old posts. So here goes. My name is Monica. I hate to sweat. This blog will be my weight loss journey. I will try to NOT take myself so seriously as I have in the past. I am, after all, starting over. So, life happened. I got sick. I got hurt. I lost a friend because she is a total uncaring bitch. I let myself be put on the back burner to my feelings and my excuses. Wait....wasn't I going to not be so serious? Ok so after all that I need to get back to working out. To remembering how to push through the pain. To push through the hatred of sweat. To push until I can't push and then push myself just a little farther. So I'll start with an " about me" post. This is it. I am married and have have 4 kids. I live on a farm. I stay home with the kids. I know it sounds crazy but 2 kids are adults and 2 are young so it's almost like I have 2 kids and 2 that show up randomly and ask me to make food or babysit their dog, which kind of means I have 5 kids because I babysit the dog a lot. It's practically my dog actually. She's like the baby. And there's a cat who I have a love/hate relationship with. I hate the cat litter box. I hate that the kids constantly argue over who gets to hold the cat. But I love that there have been zero mice since we got him, so it kind of evens out. So having a cat kind of equates to another kid. So actually I have 6 kids. I'm quite sarcastic. Sometimes that works against me and people think I'm serious. I'm not. But then when I am serious everyone thinks I'm joking. So basically no one pays attention to anything I say. Including my kids and the rest of my family. I live on a farm. Sounds glamorous. I don't do any farming. I just watch them cut the hay and herd the annoying as fuck cows. Oh, I hate the cows. They stink and they moo and wake me up all night. It sounds bitchy and I don't even care. They fucking suck. This leads me to my next thing. I like to swear. I swear more than I should by someone's standards. They can fuck off. I'm going to go by my own standards and say I probably don't swear enough. Another thing to work on. I have anxiety. It's just part of who I am. I recognize it and take meds for it. I talk about it so probably it'll come up. Just to clear things up. I over think everything at all times. I think it drives my husband crazy. Great...now I'll be thinking about that all day.... So to sum things up. I'm going to fucking rock this weight loss thing. -M

Remember This

Since I hate sweating, I need to remember this one!