So, going back ... I got fat. I'm not even exaggerating. I've been wearing dresses lately and its not because I have a date or what have you but simply because, my slacks would not fit me. Wahhhh! FAIL!
So what's a girl got to do when she gets fat and unceremoniously dumped by a non boyfriend through being unfriended on facebook (this is another blog entry all together in the far distant future when I can just laugh at this situation)?
I jog. Yes, I jog. I jog so that my mind can focus on the physical pain of my muscles screaming bloody murder that I dared to make them move at a pace they are not accustomed to. I jog to block unwanted and unnecessary thoughts in my head. I jog, to run away from problems in a good way. I jog.
So for a very long time starting today, I will be jogging ... I will be running away. I will run away and be better ... smarter ... thinner (I hope) and just be on my own. I am choosing to be on my own for real now. No more dates, no more men, no more love.
I am running away from love.