Taking Care of Me
My existence, however, is another story. I look and feel like a bum. I need to take better care of myself. After watching "Heart of the City: Dying to Eat in Jackson," I was inspired. If those women made changes in their lives--exercising and eating right--to lose hundreds of pounds collectively, surely I can take my ass somewhere and walk a few days out of the week. It's not that hard.
My daddy has heart disease and my mama has hypertension. They're both hereditary. Yay me. So clearly a full physical in is order. I don't want to be the skinny girl who died of a heart attack at 35. I'm ready (I think) to take the plunge and get braces (again). I thought I was pretty cute with braces, but I was 14, not 28. I want my old smile back. How about getting these eyes checked out? Sitting at this computer and staring at the Blackberry can wreak havoc on the eyes.
Okay, enough of the venting. My biggest goal and resolution for 2010 is to take better care of myself. Period. Physically, mentally and emotionally.