Man oh man. Life is funny sometimes. I feel really scattered, so Im gonna comment on a bunch of stuff thats going on in small doses.
Everyones Favorite Legal Drug;Food: Temptation is a hard thing to learn to turn down. I find myself, lately, not being able to resist the temptation of the original Lays potato chips at my moms house. That damn bag has been there all week. Thankfully, it was down to the bar bones today when I went up there to hang out with my brother(he's on spring break from college) What is it about salt that just does it for me? I sometimes think it would be easier to have a sweet tooth. At least then I could down WW desserts. But no, I go reaching for anything salty...which usually means that its greasy. Except saltines. Mmmm...saltines.
The Guessing Game: I am still just guessing my point intake for the day. Granted, I am keeping track of said estimation, but still-the habit I am getting myself into isnt good. With the 6 pound loss last week, I so desperately want to keep that momentum going. And thats not going to happen if I dont take this seriously. In the same vein, I think a lot of the time, I am so afraid of going over, that I actually over-estimate the point values for everything, so I have a cushion. Its a slippery slope I suppose.
Viva la Alcohol!: Just cant give it up. I never realized how socially lubricated I am. I find myself drinking much less often, for the simple fact that I dont want to spend the extra points. This week, one of my best friends is in town from socal. She has gotten drunk every night she has been here(3) Thats what we do in this particular group of friends. We are all together far less then we'd all like, because half of us have trekked off to Socal. But when we all get together, we drink and have these fantastic adventures running around SF, LA or SD. I have gone out twice in the last 4 days, for instance, and have managed to only have a kamikaze, a corona and a Jameson shot under my belt. Which is extremely tame for this crowd. Thursday, I wont be able(or try) to drink in moderation. Im going to ask my momma if she will watch lil bit for me thursday night and take her to school on friday morning. And even though it probably makes me sound like the biggest lush, I miss drinking with reckless abandon. Not that I did it often, but I enjoy having options.
I Got 99 Problems But A Bitch Aint One...:Thank god for Melissa. She is the real life equivalent of all you guys...but in the real world. She walks with me at least 4 times a week. She is supportive and genuinely happy for me when I tell her where Im weighing in at. She wants me to succeed and she is doing everything she can to help me. And even though she doesnt read this, Girlie-I love you for all you do!
Men Are From Mars...or Something Like That: Hey mom, do me a favor and just stop reading here, k?
*****DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU*****
So, Im kinda falling back in love with my ex. My first love. The guy who has hurt me the most in the world. Why is it that a girl can see that a boy is terrible for her, and yet still want to be with him? A man that smashed her heart into pieces, she will then pick them up meticulously and love him with all the little fractions and slivers he left behind? Ugh. It doesnt help that we have been spending entirely too much time with each other. This is how it always starts. Each time, the story is a little different, but the ending is always the same. Im a reasonably smart woman...what the hell am I doing? Its hard for me to say no to something that is bringing me joy, no matter how temporary or fleeting it may be. Everyone that loves me, hates this guy. And with good reason. I make no excuses for him. He is an ass. But I also cant help how I feel about him. We either need to be on different continents or one of us needs to be dead, because the bond we share is undeniable...even if its undefinable. Good grief.
The Inevitable In-Between: Sizes that is. My pants are falling off me. My skinny jeans are still giving me a muffin top that I just dont feel comfortable with. What the hell is a girl to do. For the love of god, Im down 22 pounds. That should at least be ONE pant size. Cut me a break. Although, honestly, I dont know what I will do when I am actually able to shop in a "regular" store for clothing. Pass out from the options probably...
Hmmm...I think those are my issues as of this moment. Thanks for visiting the cornucopia tonight. We now return you to you scheduled programming :)
Xo,
Mary
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Well have you tried a different brand on the jeans. Those skinny jeans maybe cut small and sizes vary so much from one o=company to another. Ah the ex. I look at my ex more as like a drug. Like herion or crack.(as per INTERVENTION) I want him. I know that he will tear me apart and fuck my whole world but I still crave him. Be careful lovie. I know that he is probally worse than food. Sometimes ya have to go out drinking and enjoy yourself. Guestimating on the points is atleast something. Hope everything else is okay
ReplyDeleteI have been wearing pants that are 2-3 sizes too big and it just SUCKS! I am going to go next weekend and get some in smaller sizes. Try not to let the sizes bum you out. Each designer has a different concept of what a size is supposed to be.
ReplyDeleteLol, my biggest problem is that they are the same jeans. Literally. I got these jeans in two sizes 18 and 20. 20s are huge. 18s are small. What the hell!?!?
ReplyDeleteabout the ex....i'm always one for giving second chances and trusting your heart, however it doesn't sound to me like you do trust your heart, and from watching similar situations as yours, my bottom line is 'if ALL of your friends and family are telling you somethings wrong, it is, and stay away'!
ReplyDeleteand drink your ass off :) literally!