I have a genetic mutation. It is not the intangible phasing of Shadowcat (one I might choose if given a choice). Less exciting, mine is a hereditary blood-clotting mutation. I don’t think “throwing clots” is listed in any X-Men superpowers. Oh whoopty do. I think if they did extensive DNA testing on more people, they … More Teenage Mutant Ninja Marla? Or, Maybe I’m Shadowcat?
No going back. No backslide. No relapse. Ha. No way. Of course I’ll have times I slip up, gain a pound when I’m not paying attention. But I’m talking about the “big stuff.” As I reach a smaller size, I am eliminating ALL the previous size clothes from my wardrobe. Most are being donated. Favorites … More My Only Backslide Will be on a Slip ‘n Slide (Fitness Friday)
Yikes! I have no idea what to expect from this morning. I’m headed out to meet a trainer at Muscle Beach. I thought this might be a nice idea for a blog, but the closer I get to my training time, the more I wonder, “What the hell was I thinking? Swarms of tourists pass … More Wish Me Luck: Training at Muscle Beach
You’re just dying to finish that sentence, aren’t you? Or maybe you already did.
Got my “annual” eye exam yesterday. (“Annual” = I go every three or four years, after I’ve been down to my last pair of contacts for about 6 months.) I ordered new glasses and finally gave in and got reading glasses. The nice (and young) Dr. Anderson said to me “Your eyes look really great … More Four Eyes!
I’m sitting here typing during what has to be one of the worst premature atrial contraction attacks in a long while. Basically, that just means I’m in the middle of a shit-ton of extra heartbeats that pretty much drive me bonkers and make me feel like I’m going to die. (I am not going to … More Hey! Who Put Mojo on Marla!?!?!? (And When Can We Use the Terlet Again?)
Today is the 3rd and final part of these posts about success, failure and the 21 Day Sugar Detox. I PROMISE that tomorrow and Friday will be SHORT and SWEET!! I’m also sharing some photos of a few little successes in my life to go with today’s post. Some of you recognize my posts for … More A Voldemort, by Any Other Name, Would Still Smell Like Fear?
What else is new? Really, who would I be without my crazy-beautiful rollercoaster of emotion? More on that next week. First, if you are reading this in your email inbox, thank you. I really appreciate that you enjoy this blog enough to have it delivered daily. There are only a handful of other blogs that … More Technical Difficulties and Marla Meltdown. The Computer-Brain Metaphor
I forgot. Dangit. I woke up this morning with an email from the Sugar Detox people welcoming me to Day 1 and I dropped several F*bombs before I remembered about slap bet resolution, which resulted in a few more F*bombs for forgetting that, too.
Sugar! I meant sugar! Darnit, how could I ever confuse sex with sugar? Sheesh! Oh, right. Because aside from the obvious sugar-sex metaphor (if it’s not obvious, bless your heart!) in my mind, sugar is the culinary equivalent of sex. It’s like if (*pornstar) Bree Olson were my lover and I’m suddenly asked to kick … More 21 Days Without Sex!!?!?!?!?!?