In: Foodaholic|stuff
31 Jan 2006So I finally took the dreaded Walk that my nutritionist and all of my friends have been nagging me to take. I am so. out. of. shape. Oy, it was embarrassing–the huffing and puffing, the sweating, the red face. By the time I got home, you would have thought I’d just run a marathon. How far did I walk?
Eight blocks. Seven too many, apparently.
Note to self: stop overdoing things. You’ll just burn out and give up again. Go slow. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.