Blogging Ain't Easy
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Last night and tonight, I've spent an inordinate amount of time blinking with the cursor on my computer screen, browsing Reddit for inspiration, staring into space, and trying to ignore the Spanish news programs my husband was watching, all trying to figure out what the heck I should write about, but finding these 5% Challenge points too easily-gained to not write something. Last night, I wrote about my hobby, writing letters, but probably not in a very persuasive sort of way, since I got exactly zero takers on my offer to send GORGEOUS AND INTERESTING letters to people!
It was a throwaway blog, truly. I forgot to tell you guys about how I originally committed to a letter a day for the first nine months. Then, my dog died, and I could barely commit to getting through the day most days, so then I decided I could write letters if I went to the gym Then, I decided that diet is more important than exercise, so I only write letters if I am under my calorie limits.
I wish I could say it helped me, but I don't suppose it has, looking back. I mean, occasionally, I think, "Man, I gotta write so-and-so back, it's been a month since I got her letter! I better make sure dinner is light tonight!" But clearly not enough to make a big difference, given I've lost little to no weight as of late, and given that my example is a letter unanswered for a month!
Today, I got to write, though there were plenty of opportunities to go astray. My coworker might not have been able to drive us home tonight, which meant I'd take the Metro, which meant I was free to leave the city at my leisure. Meanwhile, my other coworker is really disenchanted with our workplace. She left early today, and we made tentative plans to meet up after work if I didn't have a ride so we could commiserate about how absurd the goings-on in the office are. I did wind up with a ride, but her suffering along with other nonsense was really affecting me today, so I figured I could go home and have a beer just as easily.
But it's Sob-vember, you say! It is, I know! But if you live in the US and made it through the last month without drinking, you have more depending on being alcohol-free than a cutesy name. And that's the truth.
I could have fit a beer in, because my lunch was really small, but I would have had to measure everything I had planned for dinner very painstakingly and cut about 50 calories from a meal I eat almost every day. No, thank you.
I didn't actually want a beer, anyway, partially because of Sob-vember, but more importantly, I was imagining what I'd feel like after it, and it wasn't good. I was feeling a little off in the car, and even just one drink, I could tell I'd feel even worse. Instead, I went to the kitchen and indulged in my true vice: Diet Doctor Pepper.
My husband called on his way home, asking what was for dinner. I gave him the standard answer (what I eat almost every day), and he said, "That's boring. What about Chick-Fil-A? Pizza?"
I said, "Why do you want to eat things that are going to keep us fat?"
He did not have a good answer, so he came straight home. Success!
Now, I'm still trying to figure out what I should write about, even though I appear to have already written a bunch. Hopefully, tomorrow I will have an easier time with the inspiration.