It's Time--The Pick Me Up Post

I now read one million, four hundred, and ninety seven lapband blogs. In numbers, that looks like 1,000,497. That could be a little off, give or take a few blogs. But, it is a pretty high number. And lately, over the past few days, I have noticed something.

Some people are in a funk right now. Some bloggers are stuck in that place where we all go sometimes. You know that place.

The bad place.

Where all mirrors make us look fat. Where there are people with their hands out...just wanting something. Money. Time. Our soul. Where the scale won't move or where our partners don't understand. Where we are underpaid, under appreciated, or overlooked.

Yes. That's the bad place. And one should never stay there long. You can stop in from time to time and window shop...but keep on moving!

So with that said, I thought I would try to help---the only way I know how. Through laughter and words.

I believe that at any point--at least in MOST circumstances--you can choose your attitude. You can choose whether or not to smile. To find laughter. To feel love and give love. You can choose whether or not you will stay in the bad place or pull yourself up and find the good in the day.

Now sometimes you have to look really really hard to find that good...but it is there. Maybe it is hiding. Play a little game of hide 'n' seek and find it! Play with your kids. Don't have kids? Play with yourself! (hahah) Play your most favorite songs really loud and dance around like an idiot. Go shopping (this won't work if you are in the bad place because you are broke). Kiss your partner. Not a little peck, but a good old fashioned Hollywood kiss. Clean or organize something. Do something out of the ordinary for you.

And I know what you are saying. "Oh Amy, what do you know? What world do you live in?"

Well, to be honest. I live in the ghetto. I live paycheck to paycheck. I work a job that brings me very little joy. I wish I could move. I wish I could make more. I wish I was taller, skinnier, funnier, more self confident.

But, since we are being honest here...

I have a roof over my head and we have made the most with what we have. I live paycheck to paycheck but still have money for some shopping now and then, eating out, cable, internet, and other frivolous things. I HAVE a job, and one that affords me flexibility. I could live worse places than Pensacola. I am only 30. I may never be taller, but thinner may happen.

I believe that happiness is yours to make.

I put a quote on Facebook yesterday. It is from my favorite country duo...Sugarland.
"Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate. I believe that happiness is something we create".

And if you are in the bad place bc of the damn scale...sisters (and brothers) you are not alone. But lookey loo...if we are doing the right thing. Making healthy choices, moving, and not going coo coo crazy...the scale will move. It will!

And if you don't believe me. Then I've come up with a new reason the scales are stuck. Gravity. Or something having to do with the rotation of the moon and the Planet-not-a-planet-look-it's-a-planet again-Pluto. The is some gravity vortex that is holding us down. Yes. That must be it.

So say SCREW YOU to the bad place.

And remember what you know for sure....what you know deep deep deeeeep down in your soul.

You are fabulous.

Now go tell somebody!