I started this blog for a few reasons. First, my blogging friends inspired me. They produce amazing content that enlivens my Google Reader every day. Reading their words makes me want to write. Second, I wanted to start writing again. Maybe if I put my words in a public place, I’ll be more inclined to keep at it (wishful thinking? time will tell). Third, I need to hold myself accountable more often. My first post here listed some things that I wanted to do in 2012. I’m hoping that I’ll to stick to these plans.
The truth is, I’m terrible at making lifestyle changes. Take nailbiting, for instance. I’ve been biting my nails since my teeth came in. Over the years I’ve tried everything to stop. Foul-tasting nail polish? Check. (Trained myself to like it, the same as I did with tomatoes and olives). Spending money on a pretty manicure so that I’d be motivated to maintain my beautiful nails? Check. ($20 means nothing when you’ve got the incurable urge to gnaw on your fingers). The application of more expensive four-inch acrylic talons? Check. (FYI: Human teeth can dismantle acrylic). Even my family joined in, with everyone yelling at me if they saw my fingers wander towards my mouth, from childhood through high school. (That didn’t help me with biting nails, but it did help motivate me to leave home and never look back).
I’d also love to work out more, but the fact is, working out is the worst. Who wants to spend an hour staring at the gym’s wall, gingerly avoiding touching the handles of a community treadmill? Cycling is my favorite form of exercise, but it has the inherent disadvantage of requiring lots of open and infrequently-traveled roads. Living in the Midtown (read: very urban) area of Atlanta, I’m terrified to leave the driveway on my bike. It’s scarier here than it was in Philly. Riding was dangerous there, sure, but the roads had dedicated bike lanes and cyclists were a common sight throughout Center City. I felt like a member of a bike community, the brave and strong who battle inclement weather, homicidal motorists, and trolley tracks to get a little bit of open-air cardio on the way to work. Here in Atlanta, a cyclist is a lone idiot on wheels.
Well, I’m not really sure where I’m going with all of this. Clearly I have not yet found my voice with this whole blog thing, but that will come eventually. Practice makes perfect and this is my fourth entry, so don’t drink the hater-ade yet, loyal readers. Give me time. The weather is supposed to be beautiful this weekend so perhaps a bike ride is in order. A really long bike ride, the kind of bike ride that makes you walk funny the next day. Here’s to bowlegs and blisters… Have a great weekend, everyone!