(Greenhouse Tavern's steak tartare--aka raw meat!)
I haven't been feeling it lately.
I haven't felt funny, or witty, or charming, or even all that snarky. I haven't felt the need for a good passive/aggressive rant. (I am so disappointed in myself. )
I don't know what I have been feeling but I do know I have been thinking a lot about weight loss and Weight Watchers and working out and weighing myself. And a fit and healthy blogger I am not. Nor do I want to be---god, please let me talk about something other than points and pounds lost or what size pant I am now in or today's workout. The thought of it makes me want to bash my own head in to the wall.
I don't even have any good, funny stories. I haven't embarrassed myself all that much recently or if I have, the memory of it is still too raw to share. Sure, I've had some fun. Sure, I have laughed so hard I might have piddled myself just a little bit. Sure, I have also gotten angry and wanted to hit something. Sure, I have been so sad that I had to call off work and wallow. But for all the emotions the last few weeks have brought me, they have not made for good posts.
Maybe I feel the need to edit myself a little bit and that's not helping the cause. I have become a little too aware that people I don't know read this. And people that I kind of know read this. And people I know really well read this. I guess I want to protect the innocent (myself included) a little bit--unless, of course, you are out to dinner with me and then one the innocents might have a whole table full of ladies talking about raw meat. oops!