It's wet and dreary and cold and that's just how it's going to be for the next few days. Blah.
But, I ran last night. 35 minutes. Have you heard of some guy named Prince? He sings songs. He put out this album a long time ago called Purple Rain - do you know it? I'm going to tell you something, and I need to know that it won't change our relationship...I've never listened to Purple Rain before last night. I'm not going to be all dramatic and claim it changed my life or anything, but I will say that if I'd known before how awesome that album is, I may not have waited till I was almost 31 before I started this running thing. Talk about a great beat for moving your ass! Between the music and my little pep-talks ("you're doing a great job, Natalie, you're doing so good! You're going to get skinny and thin and it will be awesome! Good job! Keep going! This is easy!" What? You don't do that? Why not?), the 35 minutes were over fast enough and there was sweat pouring off my face and I felt like I'd won a prize. (I did - a shower. That Jimi interrupted to torture me with a cup of cold water. Why does he think cold water in the shower is funny?)
I have a confession to make: After not smoking the entire month of January, I've bought and smoked 2 packs of cigarettes in 2011. *hangs head in shame* I'm back on the wagon today, though. I like smoking, the physical and social act of it, but everything else about it is bad and horrible and I don't want to be a smoker anymore. And smoking cigarettes, even if it's only one a day, still makes me a smoker. *sigh* Why is life so hard?
I hate bigots. Especially ones that are elected to public office and use that platform to spread their bigotry and hatred and fear of everything they don't understand.
Ugh. I'm going to work. Have a great Wednesday!