My Obsessions
My husband once noticed something about me: when I get into something, I don't just "kind of" get into it. I GET INTO IT. And I'm obsessed with it. And I keep obsessing and obsessing until one day....I'm done. I protested. Loudly. But he even gave me examples. Scrapbooking. (my argument was "no need to scrapbook, we have the internet"). Crocheting. (I had plans to crochet everyone in the world a hat. I was wrong). Working out every day (ok, but WHO HASN'T done this a gazillion times). Going without sugar (most painful day of my life). Making healthy shakes (you know the ones...the ones where you put a whole bunch of supposed healthy things into your blender, and it's...