Starting The Old Blog Up, All Rusty and Falling Apart

Went to the gym today, at 5:30a.m., and walked on the treadmill for about 20 minutes. I am 45, out-of-shape, with high cholesterol. I then went to Fred Meyer and bought a cheap "analog" scale, to track my weight loss (or gain). I never thought I'd be here, at this point in my life, all rusty and falling apart, like this blog. But here I am. I am in desperate need of a makeover, or something, because my way of doing things hasn't been working.  I mean, I no longer have a job, never set foot in my so-called home office, and get winded climbing the library's few stairs. Yet, in two weeks I'll be starting school to get into a new "career", and it has nothing to do with my passion, but everything to do with bringing home a higher paycheck than retail can bring. Meanwhile, I'm still hoping for a gig, a job, something to help me out.

I was also searching online  to win a makeover, because I need new front teeth, and some nice clothes for interviews, etc. If I ever get another interview. My affirmation is: "The perfect job for me is already mine. It is right and fun, and has many benefits." This is Rusty Roxy signing off for now.