In an attempt to change things up (and get to what I actually want to talk about today), let’s get the weigh-in part of today’s post out of the way, shall we?
Womp womp. Okay, don’t get me wrong, I’ll take it. Progress is progress, as they say, but I guess I was just hoping for more than a half-pound loss over the 2 weeks since I’ve last reported in. I’m going to blame the delicious potato salad that my mom made last night. Just like water weight, potato salad weight is totally a thing, right? Hahaha. I did take me a long time just to get from 189 to 186 (my lowest weight since starting this blog) the first time around, so I know that at this point it’s gonna be a slow battle for me. It’s just unfortunate that makes the rest of the pounds between 186 and 165 (or whatever) seem all the more impossible to lose. Ah well.
Anyway, remember how last week I declared my intentions to potentially pursue teaching as career? Well, I’m officially signed up for a couple of English classes at NOVA (prerequisites, essentially), so we’ll see whether or not this spark catches… or gets extinguished. As I’ve mentioned, through the course of writing this blog, and taking a genuine look at my passions over the course of my life, I’ve been able to establish the following: While I obviously love food and do have a vested interest now in nutrition and health, my real love is writing. And it always has been.
My parents have a couple of boxes full of keepsakes from our childhood days stored up in the attic, and while I was recently pawing through mine in search of some old paperwork, I came across some of my past writing attempts. You know, stories I had written up for class, little faux-hardbound books that I authored and illustrated, and more than one Composition notebook full of scribbles from my Harriet the Spy days. I have to admit, I was a pretty creative little kid! From the get-go I was penning fantasy stories starring small nations of faerie-people living in the trees, and mystery novellas that antagonized the lunch ladies from the cafeteria.
Finding my stories from the days of REALLY old motivated me to go back through my writing archives from the mere days of old. I did quite a bit of writing in high school and a ton of it during my senior year of college (the latter was thanks to some really outstanding creative writing classes that I took in my final semesters) but really fell out of it after I entered “the real world”. Luckily, I seem to still have quite a few of my pieces stored away on my computer, and after waddling through the worst bits, I realized that some of it really isn’t so bad. As you can probably tell, I’ve been feeling particularly inspired to pick up writing again (I think I finally have an idea that has real potential, which is exciting!), so it’s fun for me to go back and remind myself of where I’m coming from.