I finished repainting the stripes. They look fabulous! Like, fabulously fabulous. I am so happy with the outcome. I will post some pictures when I have an opportunity to take some shots. SOON! I swear!
Last week I was practically on my death bed. Monday, my first day off in ages, I woke up with what felt like shards of glass piercing my esophagus. I thought it was due to heavy snoring since I was utterly exhausted after working a night shift.
I have snored my entire life. I can remember at the age of nine or ten my brother came into my room and elbowed me in the chest in an effort to get me shut up because he saw it on a commercial. Needless to say, it wasn’t very effective.
Also, I still have a requisition in my purse for a sleep study but I keep putting it off because IZ SKEERED.
My throat continued to burn and the pain swiftly moved from shards of glass to swallowing a butcher knife. So off I went to the walk-in clinic. Dude, those places are like, the Devil’s Playground. Go in with a sore throat, come out with SARS and H1N1 with a side of The Herp. Everyone’s coughing all over each other, the chairs, the floor. It’s like a bunch of zombies – minus the brain matter and ooze – not nearly as awesome. Clearly.
I sat in that disease infested, snot covered, germy place for 2 and a half hours only to find out I had Strep Throat.
Which I passed to my 19 month old.
How then got massive explosive diarrhea from his medication.
So, you can imagine what my week was like.
Awesome.
Awesome with a side of Awesomer, really.
But! Before I went to the walk-in clinic; while I was infectious, yes. But! I didn’t know I was infectious! I thought I just snore REALLY! REALLY! badly. I went to the organic-grocery-store-type place and bought a bunch of natural shit to make me better. Since quitting my antidepressants I decided to try some natural methods to offset and combat my depression: Vitamin-D, Vitamin-B6, Iron Supplements, and I’ve noticed a HUGE difference already. Most notably, my energy level has increased tenfold. I’ve always been low on iron; so low I am anemic when I’m pregnant. And, I’m not pregnant, and NO LONGER DRAGGING ASS LIKE I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN MONTHS.
Yes, I have to yell. This is HUGE, people.
I have energy! and motivation! again. It’s FUCKIN’ GLORIOUS!
Not only that, but today? Today was my first day of Couch to 5K. Which I’m doing with my fellow fatty (it’s okay, she let’s me call her that) Mom-O-Matic.
We’re twittering it all, which so far have been through a mass of fat-related hash tags. (My favourite so far? #escapefromtubbietown) So, if you’re curious to see how we do, we’ll be blogging and twitter, so follow us!
I ran, people. I. RAN.

It wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought it was going to be. It actually felt better to run than walk near the end.
But overall? I’m working on my happy and seeing a change.
Really? That’s what I was striving for, so YAY!
And…
Just because I am.
(Also, Eddie Vedder is a God.)


























