it's going to work out.

so...it's been about 6 weeks since we last talked.  i don't think you really missed me and to tell you the truth, i did not miss blogging...not even a little...not even if there was a fire (mad snaps if you know the theatrical reference, also, without googling it.) anyway, in the spirit of twenty twelve, i'm resurrecting this blog.

here's the quick and dirty:

• my leg...oh, my leg.  my leg is le screwed.  i scoffed at a 6 month recovery estimate. you see, they tried to make me go to rehab and i said, "OW OW OW."  my IT band is still a wet blanket and she's not going anywhere. she like, unpacked her bags and everything.  i can wear high heels again which is great BUT i've found i'd rather be able to bust out 3 miles without flinching again in my running kicks than walk two blocks in heels. it's all right, though.  it's going to work out.

• the holidays happened. i got hella fat. lack of exercise did not help. i'd feel worse about it if i had tried at all to show some restraint.  i guess i can't keep my inner paula deen on such a short leash because when she gets off the chain, bitch runs wild. it's all right, though.  it's going to work out.

so, basically, i have had no regular workout routine since halloween but i'm still eating like i was burning 500 calories a day.  makes sense.

it'd be cool if we could just pick up where we last left off.  i mean, i'm down with forgetting about the past two months of disappointment if you are.  i mean, come on, it's a new year and everything.  aren't we all supposed to be forgiving and optimistic and gearing up for our BEST YEAR EVAH!?!  i don't put stock in the theory that my life's trajectory can magically change at the stroke of midnight.  however, with persistence, perhaps i can nudge some things in different directions over the next 363 days or so.

it's going to work out.