I’m sure we’ve all said this already : FUCK 2020. Right in the ear. With a broken spork. It’s not until now that I’ve felt up to writing another blog post, and I realize it’s been almost a year since the last one. Between being a single parent, an ER nurse on nights, and going to school I haven’t really had the damn energy to write much of anything.

If you’re wondering about my fitness journey, I am too. Do bang. energy drinks and string cheese count as “nutrition”? Where does “overthinking things as a form of cardio” fit in?

If I hear one more whiny bitch complain about wearing a mask for 10 minutes while I have to wear one for my entire 12 hour shift, I’m going to slap someone. I haven’t been able to hang out with anyone since March because I’m terrified I’ll expose someone. Add in that I’m a fat type 1 diabetic with high blood pressure and I’m scared I’ll leave my children motherless if I get sick. I cancelled two trips (one to Italy which I was REALLY looking forward to for my birthday), but I watch people post their beach pictures from wherever after flying across the country. Like many others, I’m just burnt out over this COVID shit.

Luckily, I did get my first round of the vaccine a couple of days before Christmas. Maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe this year will be better than the last…(now you have Counting Crows stuck in your head too).