It's been 11 months since my last confession... I mean run. A whole summer, fall, and winter of emotional upheaval has passed, and in return, I've gained about 20-25 pounds... because every disaster needs a cherry on top.
I've changed relationship statuses, residences, jobs, health problems, and hairstyles (thank you, Michelle Obama for the "bang movement" of 2012-2013). I went through the "inspirational messages as my iPhone background" phase and am coming out of bitter and more bitter phase... or so we can hope. It's time to focus on what I know I want, which is pretty straight forward. As I have since about fourth grade, I want to lose a small (as in little-person-sized version of myself) person -- which at age 32 is around 60 pounds, and I want to write for scripted television, full-time, to an extent that it is my career and primary/only means of financial support. Beyond that, I just don't fucking know, so I'm not going to guess or try to get ahead of myself or push myself into a preconceived notion of what my life should be/look like.
I am not well, but I would be better if I were getting regular exercise and avoiding sugar/certain carbs. I have fibromyalgia and am hypoglycemic -- i.e. I am in constant pain, have headaches daily, have constant fatigue, do not produce a normal amount of ATP (energy) and I go into a waking coma shortly after eating almost any amount of starches/sweets. Also my right foot is almost always swollen, which is really sexy when you are on a date and your foot looks like rising bread dough trying to escape a sandal-trap.
I called this new blog "Valley of the Sauls," in honor of my favorite shady-character, Saul Goodman from Breaking Bad, because "S'aul good, man," and both of my goals -- weight loss/health and tv writing/Hollywood are arenas filled with shysters and navigating them is part of the trip. So, here I am. Back to blogging. Back to working out. Back to progress.
You can do anything, if you stop trying to do everything. ~ Oliver Emberton
