I hate Dax Moy!

Have I mentioned that I hate Dax Moy!?? Well, that might be a bit too strong - but it is ALL his fault that I have to do this silly blog. Being a woman - at mid life - who might, maybe, might be having a midlife crisis is NOT the woman you want hating you.

OK, actually I voluntarily signed up for his challenge (i.e. torture) - so I can't blame it all on him. But at the moment, like many moments in my life these days, I'm wondering what led me down that particularly thorny path? Look what silliness I've gotten myself into: http://www.londonpersonaltrainingstudio.com

Now enough of that... I've got approximately 36 hours til I have to torture myself. So for now I'm going to self-medicate myself (yes that is the current lie I'm using to describe what I do when I'm pissed off, bored, annoyed, can't sleep, etc) with some M&M's - peanut thank you, and a glass of wine.

Did I mention that in the next few days those will be OFF the self-medication list? And I'm actually considering buying some weights?

Ha ha - I'm not a stranger to this path (well to this general path) but I have not tried it as a woman who is attempting middle age as well. What does that mean? It means - that all those years ago (OMG - was it 20??) when I was reading books about women who were in their 40's and needed a room of their own... or a place where they could be alone... or a place they could go and just meditate or draw... and be away from their families, lives, friends, jobs, etc. - well all those years (and books ago) - I thought "Oh - how sad - those women must have horrible lives with unfulfilling X (fill in the blank)" Now I think "WOW - COOL - where can I get me one of those??? :-)

Off for self-medication in preparation for deprivation. I know, I know - I signed UP for it. You can too - it's free. But buyer beware! No self-medication for 30 days!