Oink, oink.

On pretty much any given day, you could comment on my (incredibly large) figure and it wouldn't bother me so much. Food makes me happy. Tell me I gained a billion pounds and I wouldn't lose my appetite. I wouldn't throw away the Venti Frappe or the can of Coke I was drinking either.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. I sit here at the end of the day and think back at what I've eaten since I woke up. This sounds really stupid, but I simultaneously want to cry, run a marathon, shake myself, do pushups and weights, slap myself and scream, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, KRIS?!?! DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO EAT ALL THAT!? WERE YOU EVEN HUNGRY!?!?!?"

Little Miss Cranky Pants.

Every little thing has been getting on my nerves lately. Please be careful with what you say to me. Jokes aren't funny and sarcasm is not appreciated. I'm in dire need of sleep and sugar, and I could snap any minute now. Watch out, world. Ugh.

One step forward and two steps back.

The days have gotten incredibly short lately. I find myself with zero time to watch the TV shows I used to follow religiously. I cannot seem to have the energy to pick up the book that's been my bedside for more than a month now. In fact, I barely have an hour of "me time" a day. To put a little fun in my day, I have resorted to a few games of Bejeweled before getting up in the morning. Yes, life is that exciting. :P

I am finding myself always trying to catch up with things I have fallen behind on. Sometimes though, just when I've caught up on everything, life speeds on a few steps ahead and I will find myself left behind once again. Yes, I am struggling and all this "catching up" is taking it's toll on me. Oddly enough though, part of me wishes it could go faster. Six months into the future, to be exact.

There are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful things to look forward to this year. No matter how stressful the daily grind may be, it is a beautiful thing to wake up each day, absolutely in love with the idea of the future. I will get there eventually. One step at a time.

The unforeseen.

So we're more than a week into the new year. I won't do a customary "The Year That Was" post with reflections or a blow-by-blow account of things that happened over the past year. Instead, let's focus on the future.

One thing is for certain, 2011 is full of promise and all sorts of exciting possibilities. It may be merely psychological, but the new year gifts us with a clean slate. No matter what age you are, you can still teach yourself new tricks.

I start the year slightly stressed and already a tad worn out. That's okay, though. This year will definitely be like no other. This year will be my year.

Image by Little Aviary via The Sweetest Occasion.

2011.

Here's to 2011! It's going to be the most bestest, awesomest year yet. ♥