friday ona sunday

thefridayfive

1. Do you suffer from Spring Fever?

Somewhat. I tend shop for spring clothes and scents, drive with the top open, and take the scenic, long way home. Wait. Is that Spring Fever? Okay, well. According to this, then probably. Yeah.

2. Have you ever been twitterpated (infatuated or obsessed. In a state of nervous excitement)?

Twitterpated? Oh, there's a new word to learn. Uh, yes. Totally. And I would kill to have that feeling again.

3. What does Spring taste like to you?

Mango sorbet, with a mint leaf.

4. When was the last time you visited an ice cream truck?

I haven't seen one in a long while. The last time I saw one drive by my house, the truck looked a little "corporate-y" with awesome tropical graphics and playing what sounded a lot like Jimmy Buffett. It was long gone before I was able to process it all, and I never saw it again.

If I were ever to chase down any refreshment truck, it would clearly be this one.

5. Do you know what song your ice cream truck plays?

See last answer, and before that, probably this little ditty. Oof.

the weight of lies. i mean, fries

Blargh. I've mistakenly believed today was Saturday. Again.

It has been my goal to hit 10k steps a day every day, but I've failed miserably. It's almost sundown, and I haven't even hit half of that goal. Another blargh.

It's been at least six months since I began experiencing foot problems. My cute Coach flats I wore all last summer gave me plantar fasciitis. My plantar fasciitis gave me a heel spur in my right foot. My heel spur gave me sore pain in my left hip. And the hip pain gave me sciatica in my lower back. I'm too damn young to feel this damn old.

If I don't start something soon, I am afraid I'll be too far gone. The weight gain slowly crept up on me. I no longer have those "checks" that helped me keep from gaining more than 10 lbs, therefore my increasingly sedentary lifestyle and aging metabolism is really fucking me over. I haven't even weighed myself on over a year. I can name so many reasons and place blame all over the place, but the truth is, it's all on me. Literally.