... since I have blogged. Either here or on my other blog.
I don't know what happened.
Well, I got caught up in personal stuff that I think I am finally starting to accept. I lost my best friend. Some of it is my fault, but I won't go into details about that here. I was heartbroken. I was supposed to go back to my old job, and they made the offer to me, and I was waiting on the contract, and then they changed their minds. It felt like I got fired all over again. In the midst of all this, I didn't want to blog. I wanted to escape by myself for a while. And I did. And I spent a lot of time with Dakota. After almost five years together, the time I spend with him is still the best time I spend. Hands down, barre none. Anyway, I was my own personal pity party for a while. I stopped working out, I ate bad, started drinking soda again, and just in general wanted to hiding from my blogging world.
But now, I have joined a boot camp class here in my town that is 3 days a week. I have two days down so far. And by golly, I am still sore. I am excited because I feel like when I work out on my own, I don't exactly push myself to my limits. I get tired and I stop. We've all been there haven't we? I was never a fit person, even when I was thin. This working out stuff, and trying, this is new to me. I have stopped drinking soda, stopped eating so bad, and starting to care again. Things that happen in life are to make you stronger. I lost a person that I loved dearly, but I can't sit here and cry every day, I have to get back up and show the world that I may be down, but I will still kick ass the best I can.
And that will include blogging more, I know you've missed me.