I’m fatter than ever. At least I think I am. I certainly feel it. Part of me wants to lock myself away and wallow in self loathing. At least I feel like I should. However the fact I’m not indulging in self-flagellation reminds me of how far I’ve come – body image (self-acceptance) wise. Although I may just be in denial…
A visiting girlfriend and I were recently watching an old episode of Cold Case when we both realised we’d seen one of the actors in something since the demise of the show. After some pondering we worked it out. We congratulated each other on our most-excellent skills of deduction and laser-sharp memories, but… as we sobered up we both realised we may have been wr-wr-wrong. He just didn’t look quite right.
A new week is already upon us, so time to check-in and share what I’ve been up to and what I plan to read this week. There’s just under a week until I start NaNoWriMo and I’m yet to decide whether I take a break from blogging in November and just publish scheduled posts (reviews) or whether I go with the flow. You know… #whatevs. I suspect it’ll be the latter. Me being me.
Two weeks before my father passed away his doctor took us aside to render his verdict. And to give us some options. Dad had been in hospital for nearly a month by then. Initially for something, then something else. It really all boiled down to the sudden discovery his body was riddled with cancer – exacerbated by drugs he was taking following his heart transplant almost 11 years earlier.
Some time ago there was a discussion on the Aussie Book Bloggers’ Facebook page about reviewing books. A few people said they saw themselves as book bloggers, rather than book reviewers. I kinda feel like I ‘review’ books. In my blog. I’m not sure what that makes me, but… that’s okay.
Yonks ago I wrote a post about laundry tags. And no, I wasn’t channelling some domestic goddess, rather I was pondering on someone’s post and thinking how nice it would be if we all came with ‘care instructions’. In fact, I ended that post with my own.