As I outlined in my rules of engagement yesterday, rule #3 is all about my intent to practice self-care and ease myself back into daily exercise. To say I’ve been sloth-like this past year would be a gross understatement. As such, throwing myself into a crazy workout regime would not only likely cause me to…
The one where I decide to have another year of sweat. (It only took 5 years, people!)
I could just as easily have titled this post, 2017: annus horribilis. It was. Horribilis, with a dollop of Shitibilis, and a heaping spoonful of Assibilis. Good riddance 2017.
The one where I give tips on how not to gain 50 lbs while on vacation.
The one where I make you jealous with pictures from my awesome vacation.
The one where I explain why I’m such a shitty blogger.
We all need a little cleansing every now and again. Especially us dirty ones.
The one where he asked me to mail my poo.
The one where I rip into an incompetent receptionist. AKA: More medical drama.
The one where I finally land the man of my dreams, a doctor.
The one where I realized that the universe hated me.