sgraffito

I have, I think, three and a half notebooks full of journal entries that I like to go back and read through every once and again. Is it strange that, with each entry I read, I remember everything I wrote? And I don't mean that in the sense that I'm just reading everything there on the page but with just the first few words, I recognize what that specific entry is about.
Or is that just stupid and obvious?
It's kind of the same with my blog entries; I don't go back and read them too often because I already know what they say and what I was feeling when I wrote them. That's a normal experience, right? Are there people that maintain journals and then go back, not remembering what they wrote?
Whatever.
Spent my day off playing games with a side of boyfriend time (walk in le park) and productivity (laundry complete!).
Lately, I have the suspicion that I've grown a little, primarily in my ass hips/thighs. I had to buy new jeans a few weeks ago due to my current ones fitting a little tighter and my underwear has felt awfully tight as of late too.
Now, I'm well aware of being gifted-all-natural back there, but I don't need it getting out of control to the point where sweatpants are the only thing that fit. If anything, this red flag has convinced me that I really do need to get back into the gym or at least start getting active again.
And with another, well crafted segue, I'd like to state that I usually post at night, in bed. It's the last thing I do before sleeping. I check Facebook, reddit, various blogs of friends, and other bookmarks before I culminate my thoughts into this.
I apologize for the lack of substance.