she couldn't ever win me, 'cause she couldn't ever catch me

This is not my week. I'm feeling quite exasperated. Landlords let us know they are selling the house we live in, and it's upsetting. I love this place. I could see myself here for many years. But Aziz and I are not interested in buying, because there is a lot of work that needs done on it. I just hate to move already. We've only been here since September. 

Also, I got the new Moto G from republic wireless, and it's faulty. Now I have to troubleshoot it with an online tech, and when he decides that it's obviously not working correctly, I will have to ship it back and be phone less for up to 2 weeks.

Not my week.

ow.

So lately I've been feeling rather chubby. Probably due to my having gained around 50 pounds in the past two years, most of which was gained within the past year. I guess that's what happens when you get married and never want to cook your own meals, and then get a sit-down-for-eight-hours-everyday job. Kneaders was actually more beneficial to my weight maintenance than I had thought. I always thought, "Oh, if I wasn't working my bum off at this super high stress job, I would have more energy to cook and exercise daily." Nope!

Anyway, today I started Day 1 of Insanity. My fit test. Shaun T. kicked my butt. I did very poorly. But that's what this is about, right? Improvement? Here goes nothing! (But hopefully, it's my fat that goes, and not nothing...)

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So I'm just sitting here, reading other people's blogs and wondering why I can never seem to consistently post in my own blog. Probably cause I'm just lazy, but it seems like a good thing to do in any case. But now that I'm here, I don't seem to have anything to say. This is why people like me just shouldn't do blogs.