Even though I recently celebrated a birthday (and despite what the nice people at AARP think), I am no where close to 100 years old. Some days I may feel like I'm ancient, but that is a completely different story!
This is my 100th post! I never fancied myself much of a writer, but we gather inspiration from those close to us (thanks MEF!) and sometimes you just have to take a leap to see what happens. I hope that the 3 people that read this find this blog mildly entertaining at times and that you aren't using this blog as a cure for insomnia!
One hundred posts seems like such a milestone, I didn't want this to be just any old post. I waited and waited for divine inspiration. It didn't come easily. I guess since I decided to take some time off work, my brain decided it could check out too (or all my brain sharing friends are really alert this week)! Yesterday, I got the inspiration that I needed from Sugar. Not the kind of sugar that you get from too many holiday treats (although I've had my share of those), but from "the" Sugar.
MonkeyMamma (aka SewWhat?) just recently scolded me for never being in front of the camera. There is a really good reason for that - I hate having my picture taken. I can find all kinds of flaws in myself - crooked smile, too many freckles, wrinkles, and I could go on and on. I keep telling myself that I will get in the picture when.... You know, the infamous "when" that is never today but some vague spot in the future.
Coupled with the mild scolding from my mother, a blogging friend who is willing to put herself "out there" and my nifty Christmas gifts from Mr. M, I decided that I am going to attempt to do a self portrait a month for the next year. I may not love the way I look but I'm not a hideous monster either. Maybe this will be the push that I need to keep up with the workouts. Maybe this will be the thing that teaches me to love myself for who I am. Maybe, just maybe, this will be the inspiration for me to get back on the diet and lose the weight that I gained back recently.
Whatever happens, I know this, I will definitely learn something in the next year. Good, bad or indifferent, I will at least have something to scrapbook about next year at Crop Camp!
In order to keep my promise to take and post a self-portrait at least once a month, I had to act quickly yesterday. Since Mr. Monkeygirl loves me and bought me some cool camera equipment for Christmas, I decided to put it to good use. I dug the tripod out from under the bed and located my remote trigger (one of the coolest presents ever!) I found a spot with some decent natural light and started playing around with the camera. It took a while to figure out the tricks of positioning the camera, how to get the remote to work, how to not look completely stupid in the photo, etc.
