Hi, my name’s Emily, and I’m a chronic apologizer.
(This is where you say, “Hi, Emily.”)
I apologize when someone cuts me off in the grocery store aisle. I apologize when someone else has a bad day. I apologize when someone doesn’t approve of something I do- or sometimes- who I am.
Lately, I’ve found this to be true a lot. And I’m sick of it. Read:
Halloween is my least favorite holiday. Dressing up takes a ridiculous amount of effort, and strutting around in public in a slutty costume does nothing for my self-esteem (or for my relationship of almost 3 years). So, I will probably not be hitting up the bars for any Halloween parties this year.
I would rather carve pumpkins and have pizza and beer at home. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Today, I was released from my physical therapist. This means I’m at about 90%, and just need to work on that final 10% on my own.
So tonight, I went to a strength training class at my gym. For the first time in FOUR months. I was kind of kidding myself. Although I tried my best to own those 3 and 5 pound weights (what my PT recommended I start out at), I couldn’t keep up with the rest of the class. And I had to take quite a few breaks. Sorry. But I’m really not sorry.
Everyday, I eat something sweet. Whether it’s in my oatmeal, my lunchbox, or a pre-bedtime snack, I crave something
sugary chocolaty, and I give into it.
I know I consider myself a healthy living blogger, but a handful of berries and one square of dark chocolate just isn’t gonna cut it. Sorry I’m not sorry.
What are you not sorry about?