No news is bad news, eh?

I am finally pulling myself out of my sad and pathetic state of feeling sorry for myself.  I have a little bump on the recovery road and I decided to drown myself in high fat food and depression.  Now I have an extra 5 pounds and some serious acne to try and get rid of.  Nice discipline Bob...reeeeeeaaal nice. 

So now I'm back on my PICC line with anti-biotics twice a day, and they look like I'm walking around with my own personal pee bag.  I'm sure this will not only drum up some sympathy, but will also keep the pan handlers at bay.  No one wants change from someone who holds liquid bodily waste in a pouch in their hand.  I am sure I will also have lots of time to think of other fun ways to use this to my advantage.  I'll post pictures later, just so you all get to know what we are dealing with here and so you all can add your own thoughts and suggestions!

I have also come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to start working out soon. Not that I'm gaining weight all that much, however, the "jiggling" factor has seemed to creep up.  And I have this nice roundy type belly going on that is begging for a sit up or two.  So I may have to "think" about hitting the gym, ever so lightly, and reintroducing myself to the world of "fit" once more.  Boo.  I'll probably eat nothing but ice cream for a week after that.

So that is what has been going on in Mwah's life.  The name of this blog is certainly accurate when talking about Bushman being busted (up).  But I'll be running, lifting, and being ever-so-sassy sooner rather than later, so watch out.

Oh Wait!  I can't believe I did this, but I finally read the "Hunger Games" even though I vowed I wouldn't ever read them, ever, never.  It.was.awesome.  Seriously.  Can't wait to to read the next two books and check out the movies. SO GOOD!