Suess's Pieces

A letter to yourself, tell yourself everything you love about yourself.

Dear Em,

First of all, I love that you ran 5 miles yesterday when you didn’t even want to. I love that you run at all, because it is so not your thing. It’s like you’re fearless or something. Well, three times a week anyway.

I also love that you’re not afraid of work, even if it means that most weeks the laundry doesn’t quite make it out of the dryer. You’ve taken control of your financial situation, and you haven’t panicked over a utility bill in over a year.

I love that you’ve surrounded yourself with happy things and happy people. And cupcakes.

Finally, I love that you finished the entire 30 Days of Truth without missing a day, but let’s not try this again anytime soon.

XOXO,

Your Own Bad Self

Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.

Let’s start with my weight. I promise I’m not obsessive or anything, I just like it when my clothes fit. I also like when running is easier because the jiggling is under control. By race day on May 7, I hope to be at least 20 pounds lighter than when I started training again in earnest a few weeks ago. So far, so good. By the end of May, however, I hope to have lost 28 pounds. And, yes, I have it to lose.

Next, I’d like to be interested in the news. I think it’d make me a better person or something. But there are two things getting in my way: 1) I can’t get over the fact that no matter where I get the information, I feel I’m being fed a bunch of hooey, and 2) the news is depressing. And this brings me to one more thing I’d like to change.

I’d like to be just a smidge less cynical. I used to be really naive, but I feel like maybe I’ve overcompensated just a tad. Just a notch or two. That’s all.

Your turn. What do you want to change?

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What if you were pregnant? What would you do?

Panic. Beg people for money. And stop paying for Ortho Tri Cyclen Lo. That crap’s way too expensive for it not to work. Then, I’d demand a refund, telling the pharma company I need the money to pay for diapers.

I don’t really want kids. I understand why most people do; it’s just not for me. So yeah…if it accidentally happened, I’m sure I’d turn all motherly and start taking profile shots of my stomach and submitting pictures of my kid to those crazy Gerber contests because said child would be, like, the most adorable thing on the planet. (That’s right. I’ll say it. My imaginary kid is way cuter than your real kid.)

But you know how they say the Pill is like 99.9% effective? It’s going to take that .1%, because I sure ain’t going there on purpose.

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What’s the best thing going for you right now?

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