Many people, including my boyfriend, argue that setting New Year's resolutions is setting yourself up to fail. Despite this warning, I'm setting some anyway.
My main resolution is to be healthier. I've vowed to lose weight year after year, but I've only pulled it off once or twice. I'm not that concerned with my body's shape anymore because I'm not getting any taller and I kind of like being curvy.
My new aim is to start taking better care of myself. These past holidays, I've binged on food, booze and whatever. This year, I'm practicing severe restraint. Those "guess what you did last night" conversations are starting to weigh more heavily on my mind, plus I'm cutting my caloric intake so there go the martinis...
Aside from that, I want to keep improving my writing and photography. Be less negative. Love more people, places, books. See more sights.
And, finally, grab Chris, and move out of Jonesboro!!!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Now that you've unlocked the door
Now that you've unlocked the door,
Take a moment to appreciate the pose.
Those before,
whether the lock was picked,
or the key found,
didn't soak in,
the turn of the hinges,
the slant of the wood,
when one portal was open
to more doors to open.
Take a moment to appreciate the pose.
Those before,
whether the lock was picked,
or the key found,
didn't soak in,
the turn of the hinges,
the slant of the wood,
when one portal was open
to more doors to open.
Monday, November 23, 2009
All the hunger aside...
What do you do with an extra birthday cake?
My boyfriend's dad gave it to me, and I don't want to be rude and not eat it but I made a cake last night, my mom baked a cake for me last week. So we have three chocolate cakes in the house.
As I try to diet during the week of Thanksgiving. Hmm...
My daily dieting tip suggests swapping regular soda for diet soda. Everytime I try this "trick" I wind up hungry. There's something about the sweeteners used sugar-free drinks that makes me ravenous. So I think I'll try to switch to water.
As for the treadmill, I hate that bitch. She's locked up in the gym anyway. Maybe I'll go for a walk on the real road instead of running in place like a hamster.
It'll be fine as long as I don't turn the iPod up too loud. Last time I went for a jog with my headphones on, a truck almost squished me.
My boyfriend's dad gave it to me, and I don't want to be rude and not eat it but I made a cake last night, my mom baked a cake for me last week. So we have three chocolate cakes in the house.
As I try to diet during the week of Thanksgiving. Hmm...
My daily dieting tip suggests swapping regular soda for diet soda. Everytime I try this "trick" I wind up hungry. There's something about the sweeteners used sugar-free drinks that makes me ravenous. So I think I'll try to switch to water.
As for the treadmill, I hate that bitch. She's locked up in the gym anyway. Maybe I'll go for a walk on the real road instead of running in place like a hamster.
It'll be fine as long as I don't turn the iPod up too loud. Last time I went for a jog with my headphones on, a truck almost squished me.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
An American Paradox
This week my news assignment is to write a preview of Homelessness and Hunger Week in my little ol' neck of Northeast Arkansas. Meanwhile, I've embarked upon a new diet and exercise routine, which will consist of my running in place on a treadmill, struggling through exercise DVDs and trying not to pump every quarter I can find into the Coke machine at work.
As for my feature about people who unwillingly find themselves under fed and over-worked, it has to be compelling. Though I seriously doubt anyone will donate canned goods and lunch money to food banks for more than a day after the article, I don't want to tap out some Sally Struthers' rag about the poor starving children and all the things our fat ass mayor is doing to help them out.
Despite my own body weight issues, I'm very lucky to be overfed considering how many hungry, homeless and destitute people live in Northeast Arkansas.
If I wasn't growing my gut so large that it no longer fits into my pants, I'd probably drop the diet and exercise regime. Denounce it as a decadent act by a privileged, spoiled brat who eats too much.
However, I'm about to be 29 years old, so we'll see how this develops.
As for my feature about people who unwillingly find themselves under fed and over-worked, it has to be compelling. Though I seriously doubt anyone will donate canned goods and lunch money to food banks for more than a day after the article, I don't want to tap out some Sally Struthers' rag about the poor starving children and all the things our fat ass mayor is doing to help them out.
Despite my own body weight issues, I'm very lucky to be overfed considering how many hungry, homeless and destitute people live in Northeast Arkansas.
If I wasn't growing my gut so large that it no longer fits into my pants, I'd probably drop the diet and exercise regime. Denounce it as a decadent act by a privileged, spoiled brat who eats too much.
However, I'm about to be 29 years old, so we'll see how this develops.
Finally my own blog
In the short history of blogs the subject of what to write about has graced the screens of many a computer and tonight I can promise nothing different.
This blog, I hope, will be that thing that makes me communicate more. The thing that ultimately inspires me to pen short stories, poems, songs, riddles. I'm desperate at this point.
Here's a little description of me. During the week I lay out news pages, and sometimes I write stories and take photos.
Since journalism is a dying art, I'm studying to be a teacher. Years ago, the state and the generous student loan people would have graciously paid (or fronted) the cash required to obtain a teaching degree. However, I decided that I should get out there and really try to be a writer.
So far I've survived, but what do you write about when there's no ambulance window or local charitable knitting circle in sight. Moreover, who finds the drama in this mundane news paper copy?
Every writer, I hope, has a moment of doubt before pounding out that well-planned plot. But, they at least have some direction.
The author of this blog has no direction. My characters are interesting people, but they don't have lives that make for fiction.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should make a dash for Europe. Then, maybe, I'll have adventures to translate into a lie that tells some truth about human nature. Readers will shake as my brilliant revelations roll on rhetorical magic carpets through their subconscious.
If only I had the damn plot.
This blog, I hope, will be that thing that makes me communicate more. The thing that ultimately inspires me to pen short stories, poems, songs, riddles. I'm desperate at this point.
Here's a little description of me. During the week I lay out news pages, and sometimes I write stories and take photos.
Since journalism is a dying art, I'm studying to be a teacher. Years ago, the state and the generous student loan people would have graciously paid (or fronted) the cash required to obtain a teaching degree. However, I decided that I should get out there and really try to be a writer.
So far I've survived, but what do you write about when there's no ambulance window or local charitable knitting circle in sight. Moreover, who finds the drama in this mundane news paper copy?
Every writer, I hope, has a moment of doubt before pounding out that well-planned plot. But, they at least have some direction.
The author of this blog has no direction. My characters are interesting people, but they don't have lives that make for fiction.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should make a dash for Europe. Then, maybe, I'll have adventures to translate into a lie that tells some truth about human nature. Readers will shake as my brilliant revelations roll on rhetorical magic carpets through their subconscious.
If only I had the damn plot.
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