Bitch, please
This was my sister's idea. As much as I hate to admit it. Because she just loves to fix things. And I hate to be fixed. But the truth is, I am broken. And have been for a while. So my sister suggested I try blogging again. When she first suggested it, I didn't even respond. The idea repelled me. To be out in the open. To try. To make an effort. It all seemed too ridiculous to contemplate. I thought, bitch, please! You have no idea what you're asking me to do. Yet here I am. In addition to giving props to my sister (grudgingly... sorry, B), I have to give credit to The Fitness Marshall ( @thefitnessmarshall ) for nudging me out of my depressed stupor. Do you know this guy? He's made a career of producing and posting fitness videos using hip-hop dance. Now he tours the country hosting fitness classes. And he's absolutely adorable to boot! Yesterday, he posted an honest look back at his life three years ago. As he writes, it was the darkest time of his life. And