Brainwashed&Broken

A friend asked me where I got the title for my blog, and it made me realize that I should probably explain it. As many thing are, it is a running joke at the gym. (If I ran as much as the jokes did, I would be getting in shape much faster) 

When I first started working with Kevin, I was e-mailing him everything I ate in a day. After a couple of weeks he sent me an e-mail that said, "Great job! So that you don't feel like a robot, allow yourself one unhealthy item this week. " Of course my reply was "CAKE!!" (see previous post). My husband delivers newspapers. I help him on Sundays because that is the hardest day of the week. Before I started trying to get healthy, Dustin and I would stop at a convenience store for burritos and a large coke. My new diet had put a stop to that. I was excited. I now had permission to do something unhealthy. I was gonna save this freebie for the paper route. I waited all week, counting down the days, much like someone looking forward to seeing an old friend. Sunday came, three o'clock in the morning, and I'm standing in the convenience store looking for an unhealthy option. Sigh, nothing unhealthy sounded remotely good. I ended up with juice, jerky, and cheese. Monday morning I sent Kevin an e-mail, "YOU BROKE ME!!!!"

A few days later, I had just gotten off work (I work on the third floor) and was headed to the gym. I suddenly realized that I was walking out of the stairwell. I had taken the stairs instead of the elevator. That in itself is a good thing, but the fact that I had done it without even realizing/thinking about it was the weird part. When I walked into the gym, I looked at Chance, pointed at my own face and said, "Brainwashed!"

From that point on, I started signing my e-mails and some of my Facebook posts "Brainwashed&Broken". When the time came to name my blog, I was the natural choice.