I have all sorts of stuff I’d like to write about today, but there’s no way I can write them without making my family or friends look bad. Let’s just say, I eat way too many sweets–partly because I don’t have a lot of self-control and partly because people in my life keep a lot of sweets around–and I have a goal to stop eating after 8 p.m., which I was successful at for about two weeks before life got in my way.

I hated myself last night because I ate a hot fudge sundae at 11 p.m. last night (my husband brought it home to me after I resisted bringing home Krispy Kreme donuts). Yes, I was hungry, but I should have at least eaten something healthy, like the fruit I keep in the freezer or some cheese.

Tonight we’re having Chinese food. Good Springfield Chinese food. I tell myself that it may be a good idea to cut fried foods out of my diet, but then I remember Springfield cashew chicken and I know I’ll never be able to. Quite frankly, I’d rather cut out processed sugars or whatever they’re called.

I want to read the Maker’s Diet, because I’ve heard good things about it, but I’m almost certain I won’t be able to convince my husband it’s a good idea. He isn’t the bad guy: he would just need convinced with a lot of good reasons first.

I have a headache problem, and I’m not sure what causes it. This week, I think it is a combination of daylight savings time, my new birth control, and allergies. Whatever the case, these things seriously put a damper in my life’s agenda.

Yesterday, on my way to the gym on campus, I developed one such headache, but I decided to workout anyway. I don’t want to be one of those people who’s lives totally shut down because of a teensy-weensy headache. I promised myself that if I didn’t feel better after ten minutes of running, I could stop. Well, my headache didn’t completely vanish, but it retreated enough to let me enjoy my run. That or the sugar from my jaw breaker made me feel better.

After running, I weightlifted in the student sports complex. Can I just say that guys are really funny in the gym? I’ve weightlifted alone the last couple of weeks, and I observe the same guys every time I’m there; I think they live at the gym. Okay, this is what I don’t get: Guys will do a set of lifts, which often includes too much weight that throws off their form, then sit on the machine for ten minutes before doing another set. Now, I know that your body needs a break, but using one machine for twenty minutes because you’re recovering is just stupid.

Regardless, I had a great workout. It’s nice to be a girl who can do something on her own. Most girls who come around the weight machines do so with their other girl friends, and they don’t get much done either.

Call me the independent type.

I must admit that thus far in my 23 years, my one experience with blogging hasn’t been well-received. Who wants to be forced to blog for a rhetoric class, for crying out loud? Regardless, I’ve been tossing around ideas for a blog for a while now, and quite frankly I’ve lost some of my ideas because I don’t have enough room in my brain (and I think I shake them out while running). Running, by the way, will probably be something I write about a lot because it’s a new fun thing for me with which I’m mildly obsessed (much like this blog will become in a few days).

I guess what started this whole blog-thing is that I don’t journal like I sometimes want to because I know no one is going to read it. Here, I can toss out my thoughts to the sea like a message in a bottle and hope someone reads it, even if it is just my husband or my mom. BTW, I’m keeping this whole thing pseudo-anonymous because I don’t want people I know or discuss to know that this is me writing.

Regardless, writing is way better than watching Conan O’Brien reruns, and I have an awesome office that is just mine, and this is sorta my way of forcing myself to use it every once in a while. Otherwise, I’d be in the other room with my laptop on my lap wasting time, which is another reason for a blog: I didn’t want to do my programming homework tonight, nor did I want to grade papers, so I read a chapter of Radical Reformission and created a blog.

Oh, gosh, I sound lame, but, hey, the whole idea for this blog came from one of my all-time favorite quotes, and I’m more than willing to make a fool of myself here.