This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this post. Paul made roasted chicken last night and it was pretty much totally awesome. I thought I should share. I don’t care what you think about Ina Garten… I lovelovelove her.


Every once in awhile, I realize it’s been entirely too long since I’ve talked to a friend. Like, months and months since I’ve even sent them a quick, “Hello!” on Facebook. This can make the reconnecting very…awkward. I always hope we can just hop back on the friend-wagon without one of us bringing up how long it’s been since we talked.

Blogging is similar. I’m not sure why, but it’s been weeks since I last blogged.


At first, I was busy. The end of the semester was speeding quickly toward us, and I felt like anything I wrote would be frazzly and incoherent. So, I thought, “Hey, a small break over the holidays is completely understandable.”

And then it got awkward.

That small break turned into almost three weeks, and by then, the thought of writing something stressed me out. The past few days, I’ve been quietly nagging at myself to just sit down and write something…there’s no reason to make a big deal out of this.

So, instead of trying to come up with something brilliant and profound, I decided I’d just getanything typed and posted, to get rid of this stupid awkwardness between the Blog and I.

This is kind of a usual pattern with me. I feel like I need to go all-out on something, and then the second I run into a setback, I feel like I’ve ruined the whole thing. This happens with exercising and eating healthily, and it’s a terrible attitude. I’m going through that a little bit right now with our calorie counting.

Right after I write a post about our awesome success with counting calories, we have a bad week. A week with too many “splurge days” and not enough exercising that knocked my weight-loss trend off-track.

Is this a big deal? Not if I just keep going, it’s not. If I decide to say, “Screw it! What’s the point?” Then, yeah, it’s a big deal. That, however, would be sticking to a terrible habit of mine, and I refuse to do it this time.

So I’m going to keep counting calories and exercising, knowing that it’s going to take a little more effort on my part to keep my brain in the right place. Just like I’m making myself sit down and write something. It may not be the most monumental post I’ve ever written, but it’s more than nothing, and that’s sometimes all it takes to pull you out of a rut.

Any of you dealing with a holiday rut? Need to vent? This is the place, baby.