Today I was playing with my nephew --- a foam sword fight.
As we were playing, I put my hand on my belly, and I felt something weird in or near my belly-button.
I told my nephew that there seemed to be something strange underneath my shirt ---- so I untucked my shirt from my pants to retrieve what had basically been hiding in my belly-button.
Half a peanut.
I mean ----- either this was some kind of magic trick played by some higher power that was supposed to be entertaining for my young family member ---------
or I've become so fat and slovenly that I don't even realize I'm dropping peanuts in my belly-button when I eat.
It doesn't even make sense ----- I'm always wearing a shirt --- except for when I shower. How on earth did a peanut end up there????
Anyway ------ A little while ago I purchased a very-very comfortable chair and put it in my bedroom so I can sit on something extra-nice while watching shows.
I'm noticing that there's no shortage of food in my life and that I probably eat too much.
And my physical activity isn't as much as it should be.
Sometimes when I'm lying alone in bed, I have a realization that I could end up being one of those ultra-overweight people who is bed-ridden who is constantly ordering delivery for every meal.
This might be a reason why I need a family --- just to keep me encouraged to keep walking or whatever.
Anyway -------- I just notice how sedentary my life has become -------- and my fat and slovenly self can be illustrated with how I mysteriously or magically found a peanut in my belly-button as I was sword fighting my nephew.
I just don't understand how that peanut got there ------- except that I am kind of a couch-potato these days --- especially with my new comfy chair.
This blog post is just me talking about my realization that I might go in a bad direction health-wise with all my eating and sitting around.
Maybe another sad thing I can mention is that I don't really have friends.
I kicked the LDS Church out of my life ----- so I don't hang around with those people.
All I've really got is
my psychiatric community
and I get mixed-messages from Avril Lavigne.
I don't even worry about Facebook.
So:::::: I'm fat and lonely. My potential future looks like a downhill slide.
But then again ------ who knows if something really good will happen.