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I am out of shape.
There is a spare tire around my creative mind.

I started my writing workshop last week and it has been mentally exhausting trying to whip that limp, squishy brain into action.

It is a lot like the 40lbs I have put on since I got married; that's 8 lbs per year... yikes! It just slowly started creeping up on me. I stopped journaling in the beginning, then stopped reading, then stopped painting, then stopped using my brain at all-- staring at a computer screen all day, staring at traffic, staring at tv, staring at the backs of my eye lids. And I realised at my first class- Woah, I be dumb dumb now.

Maybe it wouldn't be so exhausting if I wasn't trying to lose my "baby" weight. Speaking of which, no relapses yet, but still could be more diligent about the exercising... I make excuses, like I was sick last week, I was...seriously. :/ But we haven't had fast food since Elevator Monday, and we are eating alot better, and really trying to be active. David has done pretty well... still waiting for this to happen:


Um definitely not taking diet drugs, just love the commercial.

At any point in time, you will find me (probably craving Mexican food) and reading my text, writing in my note book, and most likely talking to myself to work out plot and character.
Its a work out.