In this moment, I would rather be curled up with the person I love because they smell good and it just feels like the safest space to be on Earth but I am gathering the words to type this post. I don’t know what to say or where to start, but here I am.
Let me be as clear as possible, nothing has changed. This year I didn’t really write out my thoughts and goals. Why? Because nothing has changed. (I lied, I’m working on limiting my swearing). I’m in the same place as I was a few months ago and I think it’s because currently GOD is working on my timing. I believe that the change is going to come somewhere around August when I’m aligned with my biggest task of this year, which is, MOVING again.
I want to blame my emotions for the feelings that I am feeling right now but it’s really my weight. I guess I was happy last year because I gained almost 20 lbs and now I’m suffering. My body is telling me it’s time to get back in the groove of things but my favorite Little Debbie donuts have gotten the best of me. It’s easy for me to commit back to exercise but it’s actually making the time.
I have a few more classes and I’m out of school until my move or until 2019 fall. School is still busting my ass. I’m in need of a random secret getaway but I have not convinced myself as yet. However, in the next couple of months, I’ll be taking my first international trip since JA 2016, details to come soon.
I think I am rambling and complaining and not saying much but at least I said something.
I’ll attempt to look past the under 20-degree temperature tomorrow and actually try to change the weight.
Happy New Year or whatever.