I keep forgetting to blog. It is most odd. In this case there are a couple of factors to blame.
Factor one: Pelvis
I got some sort of bizarre hysterical urge to exercise last week. I got all inspired and decided that I would take action.
Action about my pelvis and action about the extra large arse and thighs that I have been lugging around since Grub was born. I experienced a dramatic improvement in the state of my pelvis once I was able to start exercising post Pudding. Whilst I am still not there in terms of my day to day pelvic stability I decided I could wait no longer. I called a couple of gyms and went straight out and exercised, quite hard – that same day.
The trial run at the gym triggered a major episode which has left me contemplating a visit to the doctor. Let me just clarify that in order for me to even consider a trip to the quack I need to be in a very sorry state indeed. The pelvis is not behaving, not at all.
Factor two: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson.
Some time ago Katyboo recommended this book. Her praise was so high that I got myself straight down to my local library and tried to get a copy. Apparently this is a much sought after novel. There were NINE people ahead of me in the queue for the four copies of the book that the library holds. I reserved this book seven weeks ago, I believe. I was beginning to think that I would never lay my eyes on the book when I got a text from the library to say that my copy was waiting two days ago.
I have been alternating between lying flat on my back and moaning and devouring the book.
I have been unable to force myself to even open my laptop as the thought of interaction with the world made me feel all weepy and woeful.
I must be feeling a touch better I suppose as I feel tonight like saying hello to the internet.
I told Beefcake yesterday that I didn’t want to blog because I didn’t want to just get on and have a whinge about my pelvis
So, this may be a bit of a whinge about my pelvis but let us pretend that I have posted something hilarious about Rhubarb’s fear of pooping in the school toilets or Pudding’s current obsession with using the term “bumhole” every 2.4 seconds courtesy of one very annoying 13yo brother who introduced it to his vocab without a second thought.
Pretend I posted those things and comment accordingly.
I will get my act together soon, I swear.