Unless you have a problem with comprehension, are not a regular reader, or a new reader of my blog, or are just un-observant to the n’th degree, you know that I have toyed with leaving ChicagoNow a couple of times. Why am I still here? Because ChicagoNow is where my buddies are!
(I realize that this image of buddies might offend some of you. Too fucking bad.) Image via My Dumb Mind Creations
I want to be here with my buddies. I also want to write my other Moms Who Drink And Swear blog.
So what’s the difference between the two blogs I write?
Well, up until now, not much aside from the content, but that’s changing in 2014. From here on out, Moms Who Drink And Swear: Chicago Edition will be more Chicago-y.
Alrighty then. Enough of that.
I want to tell you a story. This is the Cliff’s notes version. Ready?
Fast -forward a couple of years, I’ve made lifestyle changes, diet changes, blah, etc., pish-tosh. I’m not getting any younger, but I don’t think that’s an excuse for this continuing feeling of shitty. Too often, I still feel like fucking shit.
Fucking shit I say!
According to the “experts,” anytime a person decides to make lifestyle or diet changes, that person has better odds of succeeding if they have a buddy. The buddy system has long been the gold standard for ensuring success in certain situations.
I’ve never had a buddy to make changes with.
I want a buddy.
Or buddies. Do you want to be my buddy?
I’m adding a new category to my blog, which will be a regular focus of my writing, along with other Chicago-y shit. And the category is…
At first I thought to call the category, Fucking Buddies, but since we won’t be fucking each other, that seemed odd….
As I told you in this blog post right HERE, I do not make resolutions. I set goals. I did set goals for this year, and one of those goals was to ask for help. So I am asking you to help me. You started yesterday when I posted this…
Look at all the comments. So fucking cool and helpful. A community of buddies. Hmmmmm, Buddies, Motherfuckers!
My last step in getting myself feeling not shitty is decreasing dairy, because every goddamn time I eat anything with milk in it, I feel like super fucking shit.
Fucking shit I say!
Yes, I take Lactaid, but still – fucking shitty! I am taking your suggestions from the conversation thread on Facebook. Thank you! One of my sisters in blogville, Natalie, from Bake and Destroy, has offered her help too, as I make an effort to figure out how to find what grub is best for me, because I’m done feeling like fucking shit.
If you have set a goal to be healthier and want to feel less fucking shitty, I am willing to be your buddy. And I will be finding buddies for all of us as we work toward this goal together.
You can buy Natalie’s motherfucking book by clicking HERE.
NOT a sponsored post. I just want us to buddy up, Motherfuckers!