Hesitate
When one doesn’t write in one’s blog often enough, one loses readership. “One” = me. I like saying one. It’s singular. It’s cute. It’s small. It’s also lonely. Anyway, back to blogging. I think I might have found a solution to my blogging problem. I’ll let you know if my proposed fix will work. We shall see.
Today I was reading in one of my back issues of Women’s Health an article on what happens to you when aging. More specifically, it was an article entitled “The Beauty Tipping Point” and it was all about the things that start to fall apart when you turn 30 years old. Ouch. Yes, on the teaser to the piece the line said, “Thanks to subtle biological and lifestyle shifts, 30 is a pivotal age for preserving the health of your skin and hair.” Gee thanks, I really needed to hear that. The article itself was full of info on how my hair is going to thin, wrinkles, brown spots, red spots, acne, cellulite, chest freckles and stray hairs. Can you believe this? I also found out today that your bone density at age 30 is the best it is going to get. After 30 it just goes downhill until, well, menopause, and then it goes even faster. You know what this means, folks? I have about 6 months until I turn the big 3-0. I have lots of work to do to get in primal shape so that I can set myself up to go downhill. Sigh. The answers in the article were all the things I already know- eat balanced food, exercise, cut out the sugar, daily cleansing and exfoliation, and staying out of the sun. First things first, there is nothing a gal wants to hear more than she’s going to start falling apart.
Onto the next thing, my next obstacle. Sugar. It’s an easy word to say. Two syllables and it rolls off the tongue like sweet sorghum. Sugar. It brings to mind the happy days in life, sipping sweet tea on a hot summer day, diving into a mammoth cupcake on your birthday, or even having Andy’s Frozen Custard with your honey on a Saturday night date. Just like anything of the devil, sugar has a dark side. That evilness wrecks havoc on EVERYTHING. Unfortunately, sugar is also an addiction and I am on that train. Hello, my name is Sarah, and I’m addicted to sugar. But that is all ending on Monday. I’m breaking the sugar cycle. I have a feeling this blog might change from silly ramblings to my daily struggle to beat the sugar demon. Cross your fingers I don’t turn into a demon all my own and start eating plastic cat toys.
In other news, my burnt hand is healing. To those of you that follow me on twitter (sarahthequeen1) you all know the story, but to others who do not here’s the lowdown: last Friday night I spilled a hot cup of tea on my hand. Said hot tea came out of my Keurig. It was 192 degrees. I know it was 192 degrees because that is the water temperature I set on my machine. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I burnt the section of my left hand between my thumb and index finger. It has been 5 days now since the incident and it is still raw, blistered, red, and peeling. How can we drink liquids that hot?
To leave you with a quote for today:
It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.
~Robert Block
TODAY I LOVE: phone tethering and singing to my cats
SONG OF THE DAY: “Hesitate” by Shane Moakler
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I also burned myself with near-boiling water once. I can literally feel your pain. It was terrible. I’ll show you the scar sometime. The reaffirming part of the previous statement is that the scar is much, much better now, 10 years later.
guess what sucks worse than 30? 35. Guess what sucks worse than 35? I’ll tell you in three months…..
Nice post!
I miss your daily blogs!!
I’ll be joining you with hitting the big 3-0 this year!!