'What the hell am I doing?' is a question that runs through my mind daily. There are so many things in my life I want to improve, but I have such helter-skelter way of going about it. I jump from one routine, get bored with it, and move on to another, more exotic and fun one. Take this blog, for instance: I started this thing to get motivated about writing, and it's been months since I've been here. What have I been doing all this time. Writing, of course! Well, kinda. There have been other things on my mind lately, but the point remains writing has not been my first priority and it's damn well time it was. I'm sick of my lack of commitment and consistency. From now on I will breath, eat, and drink writing!
But there's one more thing: I have my health to think of too, and that always seems like a major project. I'm overweight and my blood pressure is way high. I'm supposed to take medication for it. I don't. That's bad, true, but I didn't have medical insurance for the longest time because I had been out of work. I got a job now, at the drug store. It sucks and it pays shit, but hey, I get medical coverage now. It seems like I'm working just so I can see a freakin' doctor; the money I make is pitiful, barely enough to pay the outrageous Santa Monica rents. Were it not for my boyfriend taking care of most of the bills, I would be stuck at my mother's place *shudder.*
In spite of it all my optimism remains steadfast. I just joined the YMCA, and I'm starting a new diet. This time I can't afford to fail. My health is at stake. Hopefully, the a new diet, stuffed with brain helpful goodies, will help me think better as I beef up on my writing skills. Wish me luck.
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