As a kid, I always dreaded the game “truth or dare.” If I picked “truth,” I was at risk of disclosing a HUGE secret. If I chose “dare,” I’d probably end up running naked around the house three times. I never played it very much; big chicken here. If I run around the house naked, it’ll be on my terms.
So…truth. I’m divorced, my fiance left me, I need to lose weight, and find a man. And you get to watch it all happen here. Or not. But I’m going to at least write about it, here. Maybe to give me some sort of accountability. Maybe…for other reasons.
July 26, 2015
Mood: reflective and bored (is bored a mood?)