Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

I’ve been silent for a while. I could tell you I’ve been busy, that my fabulous life is just so full of fabulous things that I just don’t have the time to sit down and write because, well, I’m just too buys being fabulous.

And then my Pinocchio nose would have me trapped in my office and I’d have to call 911 to come and saw it off.

Here’s the truth – I don’t feel good about myself right now. My weight is up, I’m not running and I’m very much enjoying hiding inside Chinese dumplings and pints of ice cream.

I’m in this mode of seeking comfort and little ways to make myself feel better about myself. And that usually means Chinese food, Mac and Cheese, and the like.

But I staged a coup in my own brain last night. I needed something to shake me up and shake me out of this blue mood I’ve been in. The Dumplings were calling my name…

But I resisted and did my nails instead!

pretty nails keeps me from the dumplings.

Pinterest has me totally obsessed with nail art. And I noticed that doing my nails makes me feel good. Actually, better than good. I can look down and see these tiny works of art on my fingers and revel in feeling girlie and pretty and you know what? Its totally not dependent on my weight or what I’m wearing or what’s in my fridge.