I saw a sticker on a car today "less bark more wag". It got me to thinking. I am here, in this journey, and I can either enjoy it for what it's worth or give in to my natural self and slowly slip into a victim coma. Unlike some that dip then soar, I fall headlong into the abyss. Over the past few weeks my resilience has been fading. As my lack of sleep catches up to the emotional battering I have had this year I am getting less and less able to fight off the black dog. So I am gonna get my wag on. Whatever happens with the DE and with cat and with sleepless nights and early mornings, I am gonna get my wag on. I know exercising will help and losing the weight is cool. I shall invest in a few tops or dresses or whatever to make me feel sexy again (no idea when the last time THAT was) and revel in my successes. I will rediscover the passions in my life.
I will be unbearable, clearly! But its almost 4 weeks to my favourite time of year and I am determined to fit into a nice little black dress for my December concert or a lovely maternity dress. Either way, I will like the way I look and feel.
Welcome to the wagtail times.