Before I get too deep into the nitty gritty of this story I want to make it clear that I am not a bad person—for at least 96.2% of the time. That other 3.8% consists of a couple of things that I will just never share (and is the biggest reason why I resist trying any kind of hypnotherapy) and a few things that just make me feel like an utter asshole. I just want that bigger number to be known before I cop to something that has kind of led me down a shame spiral lately. No, I didn’t…
I finally found the time to run out into the world and buy myself a new pair of running shoes. Not walking shoes or trainers, but straight up running shoes. Why? Because I hope to someday not be so fat that I no longer have the capability of keeping up with my ten year old child. Someone out there might be thinking, “A new pair of running shoes?” as if they couldn’t possibly picture me doing anything more athletic than walking my dog (slowly) around the block and I, quite honestly, couldn’t blame them for thinking that. I don’t exactly live…
a funny thing happened when I was learning myself 