So I have like (literally) four friends on fitbit. Steph, one of my bestest in real life, is one of those friends. She's missed me on fitbit this past week because, let's be honest, she missed me making her feel better about herself. All her other friends are over achievers, and my average of 7,000 steps a day helped make her feel better. *encouragement is my spiritual gift* So yesterday we met for lunch at the park and she mentioned how I should get a new fitbit or I should call Walmart and see if someone turned it in last week. Pfff. That would never happen. Even in Iowa. But, after the park I called the Walmart and asked if someone had turned it in last week. I described the odd bracelet contraption it was in (because I had been trying to make it less ugly but it turns out less ugly means easily lose-able.) And the dear lady went and looked for several minutes.
Annnnd she found it.
Reunited and it feels so.... eh. It's fine. It's a dysfunctional relationship, but Steph is happy so I am happy. *insert smirky smile*
And don't go trying to find me on fitbit...unless you average under 7,000 steps. Otherwise I will just have to be annoyed with you. :)
In other news.
Whenever I start something new in life, it tends to dominate my conversations. And life.
Insert Foster Care Subject Again.
Someone asked which books I had read in regards to trauma, and I decided it would be good to put them on here because it's helpful. And it helps me keep track. (each link will take you to the book on Amazon)
Two days in a row of blogging. I shall reward myself with Starbucks.