I've Lost that Blogging Feeling

You can blame Florida for my lack of blogging this week. I'm really struggling with getting back into the swing of blogging. I think I left a lot more than just a random shoe in the South Beach, but that's a whole other blog post.

So here I am, sitting on the sunporch with my dogs, trying to think of something to blog about. I've learned a lot about myself this week, so here I am to share it with you.

My Friday lessons:

1. If you pass out in a surgery recovery room, make sure there's someone there to catch you.

It turns out I'm not as tough as I thought I was. The sight of blood and surgery things make me a little squeamish. And by squeamish I mean, pukey. I haven't eaten in 36 hours, and I'm not sure I will any time soon.

2. Full work weeks are overrated.

I was off all last week vacationing, and I'm off today taking care of my mom. I'm completely okay with it. I'm currently blogging in a UK sweatshirt and yoga pants. You can be jealous if you'd like, I don't mind.

3. If you go on vacation, don't weigh yourself the day you get back.

This should have been a given. But you guys know that I am sometimes a slave to my scales. Just don't do it. Don't step foot on there until somewhere about 3 days later. Or after you don't eat for 36 hours.

4. Do not, I repeat, do not agree to go on a date with an old friend. 

This too should have been a given. But, alas, I never learn. I'm a firm believer that guys and girls can be friends. But why try to ruin the beauty of the friendship by going on a date. It's as weird as it feels and if you get incredibly awkward, then there's a good chance all your mutual friends will know.

See also: I'm incredibly awkward.

Meow is not an appropriate response to a text message. I mean, I already knew this and have never, ever sent that, simply sharing in case you guys didn't know.

5. There is crack in Skinny Vanilla Lattes from Starbucks.

This is serious. A real issue. I can be running at about a 0 and swing through and say hello to my local barista, and suddenly things turn around. It's the craziest thing. And once you drink one, you will want another.

6. I really miss summer.

If I pack up my things and move South, would anyone really blame me? I don't like snow. Unless I'm in a hottub sipping beverages. And I don't have one of those, so it makes it really hard to do just that.

Anyone wanna rent a cabin in Gatlinburg for the weekend?  Or buy me a hottub? I'll have y'all over and even provide the frosty drinks.

I'll be back on Monday in full force. Promise.

Oh, and if you have surgery, please don't ask me to take care of you. My stomach and I thank you.

xoxo,
B