Another Saturday…for most, a much looked forward to weekend day. For me, it’s now one more day, same as the others. Weekends lose their “weekend-ness” when you’re out of work.
But, this is not going to be a blog about self-pity, why me’s, or any other kind of boo-hooing. I used to subscribe to some Facebook groups for bipoloar people, and I couldn’t bear the self pity on those pages. No one took their meds, everyone was so caught up about the side effects of the meds they were not taking, and all were on the brink of suicide. I had to leave the groups. For the record, I take my meds every day. They are wonderful. They keep me stable, relatively clear-headed, and focused. Well, I don’t want to make it sound like my personality can be found inside the plastic pill bottles. I should say, better, that they ASSIST me in being functional.
I’m never more thankful for them than at times like this, when I have a whole bunch of unstructured time and not a lot of money to spend on distractions. This is one reason why I decided to start this blog.
I woke up this morning all set to go to the Bikram yoga class I was planning on going today at 4. However, when my eyes opened, I dreaded dragging my out of shape body all the way to Jenkintown. I know hot yoga will be great for me at this point in my life. I have a bad back and a really bad ankle. I was made for hot yoga. But…in the winter time, I turn into a mole. I don’t like to go out, put a coat on, or feel the cold air on my face. It’s also really hard to go to that “first workout” in weeks/months/years. Once I go the first time, it will be fine after that. Needless to say, I decided not to go to the class today. The mole in me won, but I live to fight another day! Probably, tomorrow.
This is what I’m looking forward to instead: (see photo, since I haven’t figured out yet how to put the rest of my text below the photo where it belongs. Just pretend that the below text is under the photo for now. I’ll work on my formatting, I promise.)
I’m always motivated to groom myself, in any way I can. This coffee scrub have 2 of my favorite words in it: coffee and scrub. I didn’t realize I can actually use one of my favorite things to do one of my most favorite things. Thank you, Ipsy! I’ll certainly let you know how this turns out.