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Oh yeah...
Jul. 30th, 2004 09:41 pm...I love Wild Boyz too. I have wild sex fantasies about Chris Pontius. No real idea why. I think it's something about the stoner guys I had crushes on in high school plus the fact that he seems totally fearless - unless he's just too wasted to realize that's a *real* crocodile he's sticking his ass cheek in. He is pretty easy on the eyes too. I guess that's why. Hmmmmmm.
My mother got rid of her dogs today, which makes me really sad. I'll miss them. End of an era and all that. It will be strange to go to her house and not have them there. BUT it will also be really nice to go to her house and not worry about my children stepping (or crawling, etc.) in dog piss.
I am so unhappy with the way I look lately. I know I've been eating horribly, and every day I swear to eat healthy and then don't. None of my clothes look good on me at all and I only wear sweats and tank tops. It's extra frustrating because I gained all this weight AFTER Lily was born. I was at my skinniest the week after she was born, then started packing on the pounds. Robert's no help really. He means well. But tonight he went to pick up dinner and said he ordered me a pastrami sandwich (which I never order) so I called and changed it, but usually I don't get a chance to do that and once the food is here I eat it. The other night he went out to get sorbet at the Dairy Barn but it started raining so he stopped at the pizza place that's right around the corner instead. He got Italian ices AND a tin of raw pizza dough to make cinnamon buns with. Ack. So of course there I am, sugar and cinnamon in hand, rolling these fuckers out and then eating them out of the oven. I sicken myself. Hopefully I'll go back on the Metformin soon and hopefully I'll lose some of this weight then. And maybe I'll get just a tad of will power at that point too. God willing.
My mother got rid of her dogs today, which makes me really sad. I'll miss them. End of an era and all that. It will be strange to go to her house and not have them there. BUT it will also be really nice to go to her house and not worry about my children stepping (or crawling, etc.) in dog piss.
I am so unhappy with the way I look lately. I know I've been eating horribly, and every day I swear to eat healthy and then don't. None of my clothes look good on me at all and I only wear sweats and tank tops. It's extra frustrating because I gained all this weight AFTER Lily was born. I was at my skinniest the week after she was born, then started packing on the pounds. Robert's no help really. He means well. But tonight he went to pick up dinner and said he ordered me a pastrami sandwich (which I never order) so I called and changed it, but usually I don't get a chance to do that and once the food is here I eat it. The other night he went out to get sorbet at the Dairy Barn but it started raining so he stopped at the pizza place that's right around the corner instead. He got Italian ices AND a tin of raw pizza dough to make cinnamon buns with. Ack. So of course there I am, sugar and cinnamon in hand, rolling these fuckers out and then eating them out of the oven. I sicken myself. Hopefully I'll go back on the Metformin soon and hopefully I'll lose some of this weight then. And maybe I'll get just a tad of will power at that point too. God willing.
