Check yo' self. But for serious.

Yes, I am well aware of how long it's been since I've last posted on my blog.  So if anyone was worried about my well-being, I'm totes fine.  (And to those people worrying - seriously, it's been like months, man.  Really? You'd just not call or text and just leave me like that? Daaaaang.)  There have been many days where I've logged in, positioned myself at the keyboard, waited for the right moment, and -



that right moment never came.


Sometimes I feel like I don't do anything exciting at all, certainly nothing worth recording.  Nothing worth anyone else's time. I felt like I really owed my dear readers (all nine of you, thanks, guys!) an update with substance, not just random one sentence blogs.  That is so not a blog.  That's barely a Tweet.  So I decided to not write until I felt like I really had something to say.  And you know what?  In between the last post and this post, I actually have done a lot of things worth remembering.  I don't think living a boring life is actually my problem.  I think my problem is just plain laziness.  And unlike being stuck in a routine or having an uneventful life - you can't just "wait out" laziness.  "Waiting out" laziness is just another lazier form of laziness.  I have to combat my slothiness with its natural enemy - ACTION.  Boom. Pow. Zap.  Here I am writing again.

(It's a sloth, bein' slothy.)

Although I've taken a more relaxed approach to writing my blog, I'm actually quite the opposite when it comes to reading them.  Seriously.  If I know you, even sort of know you, and you have a blog - I have read it.  People are fascinating to me.  Even the normal everyday stuff  - going to the gym, work meetings, class...I find it pretty interesting. One of my favorite blogs right now is written by my boyfriend's sister.  She calls herself a "fat girl running", and a good portion of her posts are centered around the gym and weight struggles.  As a girl who loves the gym yet also equally loves Hot Cheetos, I can't get enough of it!  I don't know if my new posts will be anything comparable to her blog, but I'll try.


I digress. Back to something that's actually been troubling me today. At work I decided to have someone measure my height, I haven't had that done in awhile.  I found out exactly how tall I am.  I am 5 foot, 4 inches.  Can you believe that?  I'M SHORT! I always thought I was 5'5"!  How did I always think that?!?! WHO LIED TO ME?  If you can imagine the feeling you would have if someone told you that the sky was always purple and grass was always orange and donuts fell out of the sky instead of rain - how would you feel?!?!  It probably sounds crazy, but I just never thought of myself as actually on the short side.  Really?  Like....but for serious?  I just feel like my whole life is upside down.


...but that does explain why I always have to jump if I need to reach something on top of the fridge.

How could I have not known this sooner?  I feel like such a fool with delusions of height.  What I've gleaned today about my stature completely throws off my weight loss goals - I don't even want to talk about what it does to my dreams of being a runway model.  (*eye roll*)  I don't know if I have it in me to accept these findings.  In fact, I'm going to have someone re-measure me again tomorrow.


In the meantime, if you see me wearing platform heels and pinstripe pants with a top hat, you'll know why (and it's not because I want to look like a sassy Abe Lincoln). 

  Hey, is that Lydia? Nah man, that's just Honest Abe.