It’s me again. The normal Brittny you are used to, posting about the daily exciting/monotonous events in a Kuwaiti apartment.

I’m back.

I guess I never really left, but you get my drift.

So, how could I begin today’s post without giving a shout out to my awesome nestie friends? I couldn’t. Thank you Sara, Renee, Tish, Jenny, and Christina for your encouraging feedback. This sounds funny, but I feel like I know you all from reading your blogs. Is that weird? Probably. Oh well, I’m a nest addict. I admit it. I have a serious problem. Can you blame me? What else do I have to do all day? Okay, anyway, thanks for your genuine and heartfelt feedback. I wish I could post a note on thanks on each of your blogs today, but since it’s “Friday” here I thought I should try and get off quickly so I can actually hang out with this guy I call my husband. His name is Will and I get to see him occasionally. 

I got to go grocery shopping today. Yesssssss. One of the sad sad realities I am facing. I actually get dressed “up” and look forward to a trip to one of the good old Sultan Centers. What has this world come to?

I want to complain about the cost of everything today, but I won’t- except this one thing, I promise! My sister needed some Skintimate shave gel. It was almost 8 US dollars! I almost choked on my gum! Okay, no more of that.

So ever since my foot surgery this March (for a inspiring recap you can look read my daily frustrations in the archive) I have become quite the louse. I wasn’t able to exercise until the beginning of May and even then I was only able to do it 20 minutes, not over exerting anything. So I decided I would go big or go home- I went home. I had been kicking butt up until my surgery, jogging 3 miles every other day, but I gave myself full permission to sit around and lift the remote for the last few months.

Well, the past 2 weeks I got tired of seeing the permanent hail storm of no return on my butt, so I decided it was time to suck it up and work my petrified stiff toe back to its normal bend. It has really sucked.

I can only go abot 30 minutes and my toe is cursing my name all along the way.

I don’t know why I told you all that whole block of information, especially since I just talked about needing to get off fast. Anyway, my main point today was how I was totally mad at myself today because I was able to have a pretty good workout, but then I give myself a license to eat whatever I want, which not only cancels my exercising out, but also plays tricks on my mind because as I’m reaching for the 5th cookie I’m thinking to myself, “Well.. I worked out today. I deserve it.“ Deserve it!? Deserve what!? Another hail dent on my butt? I think not.

I don’t know why I do that. Its all in my head. I burned 300 calories so I can eat 600 more. Hmmm, if only things worked that way! Guys are the worst too. They can eat everything but the dining room table and keep a normal figure. What’s up with that?

I sure do seem to talk alot about food in my blog. Sorry. I guess ever since my surgery I haven’t fully gotten back to my healthy lifestyle. Instead I eat what I want and then complain about it the whole next 4 hours. Much like I am now.