.07 pumped

i need to get back into all my shoes and clothes, like, pronto. i can't take it anymore. while i believe you are beautiful at whatever weight you are, i believe even more that you're at your most beautiful when you are comfortable in your skin...and my skin is used to being at least 50 pounds lighter. i wish to say goodbye to my newly found "womanly" curves and hello to the slender me i used to be just a year ago. taylor is nearing 10 months and due to withdrawal (weed, cigarettes, wine, etc.) recovery (brain surgery), family emergencies (financial crisis) and basic stress, my diet detour has gone on long enough. i long for the sexy feeling i used to get being naked. i was 4 months pregnant when i took this photo and it was the last time that i have worn heels, the last time i lay on my back, toes in the air, completely naked and felt completely delicious in my own skin.

this winter, i am bringing sexy all the way back.

.06 as it was written

sooo...this month was national novel writing month and i tried unsuccessfully to take part in it. i had good intentions, wrote about 1000 words within the first hour of the race. but as time went on, life got harder, and time to write became one big mock at my initial attempt. (sigh) but i suppose all is not lost. i, at least, am on my path to finishing my novel (that i also started solely for the competition) so i guess, on some level, nanowrimo did exactly what it was supposed to do: push me.

i want the next great literary novel that oprah raves about to be my work. i want the type of book that gets worn from over-reading, that you take to the bathroom with you, that you sneak pages in while at work, or school, or church. the type of book you take a picture of even though no one else can actually see the words...

yeah, i need for my book to be that good.

  

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