Ramble, Ramble, Ramble

I suppose the problem with contentment then, is that it doesn't lead to motivation towards self-improvement. But what the hell is self-improvement really anyway? By who's standards?

For example I realized that I am pretty much content with how I look, meaning, I don't enjoy using the gym so why do it? It's horrible and boring and I quite frankly don't much care if my body is hard enough for others to want to look at it. I fit into most of the clothes I want and probably shouldn't be wearing the things I don't anyway, regardless of physical fitness.

Will I ever wear a bikini, I mean really wear one without shorts or a top over it?  NO...I actually dislike them, bought one this summer and although I liked the pattern, disliked the idea of a bikini it turns out, regardless of what my body looks like. So yeah.

I prefer getting physical activity through activities that are enjoyable; hiking would be a good example and I'm kind of pissed at myself for not getting outside in the last couple of months. Yes, it's soon going to be winter, so maybe I will put on 10 lbs, big deal. I LIKE to eat good food and I LIKE to drink wine and I DON'T like listening to people who are on diets of any kind or won't do this or that. So why on earth should I become one of them?

I like entertaining people but I'm moderately anti-social. I write this blog and enjoy the feedback but could stop tomorrow and really not feel like I'd lost anything. I guess I just have things going on in my life that I could channel my energy into (and probably should?); I could still be creating without being online.

Life is so much easier when you stop giving a good flying goddamn what others think. Man, what a ramble.