I'm exactly six months into my Thirtieth Year today, and I don't have much to report. I got hit with a serious case of lack of motivation a couple weeks ago. This came about because I felt like the hard work I was doing--jogging, working out, eating better--wasn't making any difference (scale-wise). Also, I had boy blues. It all combined into a general sense of lethargy, and I gave into it. Hardcore.
Sorry Thirtieth Year. I'll try to be better.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
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I got depressed when I found a list of 100 things I wanted to do before I turned 30. I haven't even done half of them and I turn thirty in three months. Le sigh.
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