It's been a nice ride, but I'm pretty sure I'm done with you. You see, new things going on in my life really just won't allow time for my shop anymore. But don't worry, I'll still make some pretties every once in a while, and for special people who ask extra nicely. But my little shop with you? Will be no longer. I think I'm just done. Burned out a little, I guess you could say.
It's been good, buddy.
Don't worry, it's not you-it's me.
Yes, you. Stop being so hard on yourself. You're wearing jean sizes you haven't seen in years, yet you still poke and prod at your body, wondering when you'll get to a final, happy place. You get upset when the scale doesn't move. But, you've done good. Stop being one of those girls you hate.
Suck it up, and enjoy being a thinner you. Stop being so stupid.
A 35lb lighter you.
Your Shred DVD's are pretty good, they are. But, my God, Level 2? I have so many names I wanna call you, but I'll withhold.
I do, quite literally, feel like dying at certain points. I'm pretty sure that you even say in the workout that we should feel like dying. At least I know I'm right on point.
My new-found muscles
will one day thank you.
-A very sore, me.
Many people call you a time-suck. I say, so what? It's pretty fun to have a place to store all
other people's your ideas in one place.
Plus, it's one of those fun time-sucks. The kind that you can shut down at any time, leave for days on end, and then come back to as if you've spent no time apart.
That kind of time-suck? Is my favorite.
Thanks for being there when I need you. Your pretty pictures make me smile.
Dear friends who have just had babies,
Your sweet, little, squishy newborns are killing me. I'm literally, lying dead, flat in the grave right now. Your wrinkly, adorably sweet babes slay me. My uterus is aching, and I'm not ready yet, dang-it.
But, oh how those mushy, tiny babies are making me long for another. Except that whole being pregnant and gaining back the weight thing. But the end result? Gah. So worth it.
So stop now. Mmk? You gotta stop posting the pictures, and making my ovaries sing--because it's not time. Not yet.
Pretty sure that it's official that I do not have a baby anymore. Le sigh.
A sappy-missing-baby-stage momma