I'm Back, Bitches!

In my younger days, I blogged all the time. I've always found it easier than journaling, which is evidenced by the multitude of barely-begun journals lining my bookcase. When you write a journal, you know going into it, that you're writing solely for yourself, and the odds of anyone else ever reading your most fascinating thoughts are slim to nil. When you blog, you're also probably writing for an audience of one, but you can convince yourself that you're not. As someone who airs my every inappropriate thought to the masses, much to their dismay, this obviously appeals to me more.

So, now in my mid-thirties, I'm back! And the world has my sincerest apologies for that.

In my youth, I was a little wild and crazy. If I wasn't working 60-70 hours a week (for a pretty decent salary), I was partying myself into oblivion. Fast forward a dozen years, and life has slowed down significantly. If you've ever ridden Heimlichs Chew-Chew Express at Disneyland, then you'll understand the thrill ride that is my current life.

Relocated to the rural Midwest, raising a 9 yo, who is WAAY smarter than I am, and working a boring job in a tiny town, a crazy night out nowadays usually involves three beers and a 10:00 bedtime.

I'm still interested in a lot of the same things that I've blogged about before - nutrition, fitness, etc - but now, my knowledge stems less from some pretentious hobby, and more from experience in trying to keep off the 20lbs I gain when I look at an Oreo. A love of nutrition comes from a raging case of hypothyroidism, and learning to eat in a way that makes me feel like a normal, functioning human. Fitspo these days isn't about trying to look like a bad imitation of Gigi Hadid, but a genuine love for Crossfit as a sport, and a chance at self-improvement that's difficult to find in any other aspect of my life.

All-in-all, life has settled into a pleasant, slow rhythm. My daughter and I are two peas in a tiny pod, even if one of those peas spends 90% of her time ignoring her mother in favor of YouTube or Roblox. (Rude!)

My job is boring, but pays the bills (most of the time), and my hobbies now include, reading, drinking wine and binge watching Queer Eye in my car, rather than pounding shots and staying out all night. Occasionally, I still manage a late night out and more drinks than my liver would like, but the recovery is brutal, so those are few and far between.

But, simple and easy as this time should be, it still comes with it's fair share of irritations and issues, which is why I decided to hit the old blog road again. Where else am I supposed to complain about ex-husbands, petty bitches and other people's shitty children??