Ugh. Too much wine last night. It was a beautiful evening which made me want to sit outside and enjoy the breeze and drink a glass of wine, several glasses of wine. And this morning I didn't want to get up. I still don't want to be up and it's now 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It's a cool and cloudy day out and I just want to go home and crawl back in bed. But no such luck. I did manage not to make a complete hungover pig of myself the way I usually do at least. No need to soak up the alcohol with grease. I'm mostly just tired I think.
No major plans this weekend. Drinks here and there. Hopefully will get my running mojo back and run off some of this weight I've put on. Saw a picture of myself today and couldn't believe it. How does it happen that I gain that much weight and don't realize it? I mean, I knew I'd gained weight...my clothes were too tight, some didn't fit at all. My bras REALLY don't fit which is not a good thing. I've been getting that third boob thing which is just dreadful. And embarassing. I just didn't realize I looked so much heavier I guess. Another reason I want to crawl under the covers.
7/13/07
7/9/07
A New Start
So I have to get better at this blogging thing. Like writing & posting to it, for one thing.
I was on vacation last week. An entire week at the beach. It was heaven. I didn't want to come back...back to the real world and my real job and deciding what in the hell I'm doing with my life. Why would a 30-something single woman choose to move back to Asheville? Population barely 100,000. Not a place to 1)be a career woman or 2)find a fabulous single guy to spend the rest of my life with. But I love it here. I'm comfortable here. Isn't it more important to be in a place that makes you happy? I was in one of the supposed best city for singles for almost five years and I didn't meet Mr. Right or even Mr. I Think I Can Live With This.
All I could think of when I had to get up and go to work this morning was "why am I not one of those women I saw at the beach who are spending the summer there with their perfect kids in their perfect beach house with their perfect husband who joins them for long weekends? Okay, I know that's a little overboard on the perfects, but the grass sure looks greener. Sometimes I just get so exhausted taking care of everything myself. And sometimes it's just plain lonely. I don't care so much about the normal "couple" things, like having a date for the company Christmas party. What I miss and want to have again is having someone there on Sunday nights. Someone to order Chinese and watch a movie with.
However, I just have to say I am not to the point in my singleness where I would ever consider going on a reality-TV dating show. I have watched bits and pieces of "The Age of Love," with the 20s vs. the 40s, and it's just appalling. To see these women humiliating themselves to try to win a man just pains me as a woman, as a person. I feel like it sets us all back a hundred years. I normally don't watch reality shows at all, but there's nothing on TV right now & I admit I'd seen the promos for this one & was a little curious. Turns out it's worse than I could've imagined. Shame on you, Mark Consuelos!
I was on vacation last week. An entire week at the beach. It was heaven. I didn't want to come back...back to the real world and my real job and deciding what in the hell I'm doing with my life. Why would a 30-something single woman choose to move back to Asheville? Population barely 100,000. Not a place to 1)be a career woman or 2)find a fabulous single guy to spend the rest of my life with. But I love it here. I'm comfortable here. Isn't it more important to be in a place that makes you happy? I was in one of the supposed best city for singles for almost five years and I didn't meet Mr. Right or even Mr. I Think I Can Live With This.
All I could think of when I had to get up and go to work this morning was "why am I not one of those women I saw at the beach who are spending the summer there with their perfect kids in their perfect beach house with their perfect husband who joins them for long weekends? Okay, I know that's a little overboard on the perfects, but the grass sure looks greener. Sometimes I just get so exhausted taking care of everything myself. And sometimes it's just plain lonely. I don't care so much about the normal "couple" things, like having a date for the company Christmas party. What I miss and want to have again is having someone there on Sunday nights. Someone to order Chinese and watch a movie with.
However, I just have to say I am not to the point in my singleness where I would ever consider going on a reality-TV dating show. I have watched bits and pieces of "The Age of Love," with the 20s vs. the 40s, and it's just appalling. To see these women humiliating themselves to try to win a man just pains me as a woman, as a person. I feel like it sets us all back a hundred years. I normally don't watch reality shows at all, but there's nothing on TV right now & I admit I'd seen the promos for this one & was a little curious. Turns out it's worse than I could've imagined. Shame on you, Mark Consuelos!
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