One of the reasons I love blogging? It gives me a forum to air my occasional grievances. And you, my dear internet friends, usually respond much like any respected therapist would: acknowledging and empathizing with my siutation, or rolling your eyes and telling me to quit being such a whiny baby. Either way, I usually end up adjusting my attitude and improving my outlook. And all that money I save on therapy can be spent on better things. Like wine.
So here's what's got my panties in a bunch these days:
1. Letter Bombing. I understand that sometimes when you communicate online, there is a need for extra letters and additional exclamation points to effectively convey your excitement. Who hasn't dropped an "I loooooooooove this!!!!!" every now and then? But when every single comment you post makes it appear that your keyboard got stuck, it makes me want to puuunnnnnnnnch yooooooooou in the faaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Produce Swapping. No, it's not as kinky as wife swapping, but when our organic produce delivery swaps out an item I ordered (Spring Greens Salad Mix) for a substitute item (Chard) it means I have to get all creative and sneaky about how to hide that unpopular vegetable in a dish that my family will actually consume. And honestly, summoning that much energy or thought when it come to meal prep just isn't in me. (Though last night I did attempt to pass off a Chard & Feta Tart as "Cheese Pie." It was met with much skepticism.)
3. Workout Skipping. After busting out an intense 8 weeks of workouts, diet modifications, and overall healthy lifestyle makeover at the beginning of the summer, it now seems I have fallen off the workout wagon. And landed in a giant vat of Blue Bell ice cream. Which I may have eaten for breakfast. I am so disappointed in myself for my recent lack of discipline and abundance of laziness. Even the Olympics haven't inspired me to get off my ever-expanding butt. Though they have strengthened my dream of one day becoming a towel girl for the US Mens Swim Team.
Ah, there you have it. I already feel a bit better just getting that off my chest. And because I don't want this to be a completely one-sided therapy session, please feel free to dump your gripes here too. I promise not to judge, though you should know I am prone to prescribing large doses of ice cream (or wine, your preference) as an anticdote for what ails you.
