Confession: I pretty much always eat breakfast first thing when I wake up, even when I’m not that hungry.
Confession: I’m usually hungry about an hour after I eat breakfast, even if I wasn’t that hungry when I ate my breakfast.
Confession: I’m really bad about taking my camera places, like to a reading I attended on Thursday night by Pulitzer-prize winning poet Gregory Pardlo. I took it to the potluck held by the creative writing program beforehand, but I forgot to take any pictures, and then at the reading itself, I left in it in the car. Oh, well. He was amazing. Highly recommend for poetry or creative nonfiction.
Although I did get a picture of the salad I made. That is one habit food blogging has put me into. Take pictures of food.
Confession: I usually lesson plan the morning before I teach.
Confession: I have an imaginary playlist for spin class, and when I play my favorite songs when I’m driving around town, I imagine myself spinning to them.
Confession: I’ve been making it a point to write every evening, but sometimes I don’t so much write as rant.
Confession: I procrastinate from doing my homework by looking at the Lands’ End catalogue that came in the mail. So many sweaters!
Confession: I also procrastinate by trying new recipes.
Confession: I eat a lot of sugar.
Confession: Sometimes when I get really hungry, I start crying because I feel like I’ve already eaten too much.
Confession: I cleaned the living room this week, and I keep the kitchen and dining room decent, but my room is like a tornado came through.
Halloween Joke: What’s the only room in the house that ghosts can’t enter?
The living room.
Confession: I don’t air up the tires on my bike as often as I should.
Confession: Even though this blog is about eating disorder recovery, and I act like I’m all recovered and know what I’m doing, I still have really low moments. On Friday I had a moment of absolute panic during spin class–I won’t go into too much detail because I don’t want to be too triggering for readers. Fortunately, I talked myself down from it.
Confession: When I have a lot of homework to do (this week, grading, a draft for my thesis, and a translation of three poems from English into German), I often spend the whole day on my couch. Ew.
Confession: I’m so over the U.S. presidential election, but I haven’t done my research on any of the other candidates or issues on the ballot.
Confession: I tried to do my No-Shame November challenge and couldn’t because of extenuating circumstances on Wednesday. Just a reminder: are you thinking about yours?Confession: I backed out of a thesis reading that I was scheduled to give in November because A) that is way too early for anyone in my program and B) you have to put your foot down for your own mental health sometimes.
Confession: I almost only ever call my mom when I’m really upset and almost never when I’m doing okay. She must think I’m a basket case.
Confession: I’m almost always late to Wednesday night swing dance and Saturday afternoon swing practice.
Confession: Despite how many times my mother has taught me, I still cannot fold a fitted sheet.Confession: I still haven’t put together my thesis committee or filled out the GS6 form that was due a month ago.
Confession: I really like Walk the Moon.
Thanks to Meg for my favorite link-up.
Your turn: one confession. Go!