By George, I think I've got it!

I've finally figured out why I've had writer's block when it comes to this blog over the last week or so.  This blog's basis is my weight journey.  Right now, my journey is very stagnate.  Nothing much on which to report.  No set backs, no accomplishments (other than not eating everything I see).  I've been doing a lot of resting.  And watching movies.  So pay attention to my new blog, Spoiler Alert, in which I'll review movies I've seen.  It will be hopping the next few weeks! 

I'll check back in every so often, but the posts over here may slow down to once or twice a week at the most for a few weeks, and that's okay really.  I'll be back in full force when I'm all healed, able to run and drive my car again, and able to struggle with the things I always will. 

Thank you for your patience while I wade through the swamp that sometimes is life. 

Until next time,
:)

What is a Steel Magnolia?

I just finished the movie.  And I sobbed like a baby from the point Shelby fell down all the way to the end.  I guess it wouldn't have hit me so hard if she didn't die all of the sudden, with no real warning.  It would have been bad either way, don't get me wrong; I do not deal with death.  At all.  I happen to be particularly affected by the all of the sudden.  I've only lost a handful of people, and only three that I can remember.  I lost my Mom's Father when I was in 6th grade.  I still remember the phone call we got that night, and still have the picture I was coloring.  Last year, I lost a very dear friend.  It will seem odd.  I had never actually met him, he lived in New Jersey and I knew him through work.  We talked on the phone every other day for at least a half an hour.  He was my Grandfather's age and was very much like a Grandfather to me.  I had known him less than a year when I received an e-mail saying he had passed away from a heart attack suddenly, after returning from a conference in Florida.  He died the same way my Grandfather did, and I cried outside on the patio at work for a long time.  I lost a co-worker and very dear friend suddenly this year as well.  Privately, death tears me apart.  I do not care for movies with death in them (action bad guys excluded).  I cried after Joan of Arc for a week. 

I know it's probably not great to end a blogging drought with such a demur topic, but I can't really help it.  To think that I so stupidly tried to take advantage makes me ill. 

I'm going to go downstairs so I can cry and scream at the injustice of it all.  I promise a more cheery topic for next blog. 

Until next time,
:(