Today was my “yearly” appointment with the “lady doctor.” Some of my (two) male readers just ran away screaming, right? Right. That’s cool. You might just be proving that men are the weaker sex. Anyway, now that I’ve offended my male constituency (::AHEM:: Husband.)… That appointment is what it is. As always. I mean, it’s…
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::sings:: I’ve got the funk. I don’t want the funk.
And I think I know why I have the funk. I have no motivation. None. Zero. Nada. Because I have no plans. No goals. Nothing to motivate me to DO anything about anything. Depressing, right? I am horribly fat. Or at least I feel horribly fat. None of my clothes fit right thanks to the…