Hey, soul sister.
I spent the whole weekend down at my parents' place. Friday night was fun because I went to see Toy Story 3 in 3D with them (fantastic movie!), but the rest of it just reminded me why moving out was such a good idea. Thankfully, they were up in Wisconsin all day Saturday, which gave me time to borrow what used to be my car to run errands. One of which was buying a new couch because my current one is about 8 years old and is falling apart. So I got a Berkline Triple Recliner; it's gray microfiber. Not the color I really wanted, but I guess it's neutral enough that if I ever get tired of red, I won't have to cover it.
On Sunday, I was told that Tom and Jill are close to setting their wedding date (finally) and that they're planning on asking me to be a bridesmaid. I'm super-excited but at the same time, I do not want to look like I do now if I'm standing up in their wedding. I've gained quite a bit of weight in the past year or so. More than I'm comfortable with, really. For months I've been going back and forth about joining Weight Watchers again or doing something else, but this news plus doing my budget and realizing I'm eating take-out 90% of the time instead of buying groceries and cooking pushed me toward a home delivery system. I didn't want to do frozen food like Nutrisystem but Seattle Sutton's doesn't give you any choices, so I'm glad I found e-diets. It's more like Seattle Sutton's, but if you don't like one of the meals that week, you are allowed to switch things up or even order the same thing for all your breakfasts, etc. I'm hoping that the food tastes halfway decent though. I love food. Love it. That's my major problem with staying at a weight I'm comfortable with, followed by stress and just not having time to eat properly.
Today I went to log in from home as I always do on Mondays, but my laptop could not find my profile. So I couldn't do any work. Alas.
Instead, I took the dogs to the beach. On the way there, this shirtless guy stops me and he's asking about my dogs. This is pretty par for the course for me and I'm barely paying attention until he asks me if I'm married. The following conversation ensues which showcases both my horrible conversation skills and is a perfect example of why I'm only theoretically bisexual.
Him: Are you married?
Me: Huh? Oh, no.
Him: You have a boyfriend?
Me: Nope.
Him: You should. I am here from Colombia on a visa.
Me: That's cool.
Him: I am looking to stay longer but it is hard.
Me: Yeah, I know. I have some friends here on visas.
Him: But you don't have a husband?
Me: Nope. Don't have time for one.
Him: You make time for me?
Me: Ha, no. (Louie starts tugging me away) I've got to go now.
Him: Where are you going?
Me: To the beach... (Lillie barks at the guy)
Him: Oh, okay. Can I... how do you say in English? (hugs himself)
Me: Umm, no. That's okay. Bye now.
Him: You think about me!
I'm pretty sure the dude wanted me to date/marry him so he could get a green card. What the ever living fuck? And you know what? This is the second time this has happened to me! Like, do I reek of desperation or something? Because let me tell you, I have always been perfectly happy being single. Or maybe it's because I'm an overweight chick? So, like, I'll just marry/fuck any dude that asks? Hell to the fucking no. I may want to lose weight, but I pretty much like my body the way it is, thank you very much. UGH.
On Sunday, I was told that Tom and Jill are close to setting their wedding date (finally) and that they're planning on asking me to be a bridesmaid. I'm super-excited but at the same time, I do not want to look like I do now if I'm standing up in their wedding. I've gained quite a bit of weight in the past year or so. More than I'm comfortable with, really. For months I've been going back and forth about joining Weight Watchers again or doing something else, but this news plus doing my budget and realizing I'm eating take-out 90% of the time instead of buying groceries and cooking pushed me toward a home delivery system. I didn't want to do frozen food like Nutrisystem but Seattle Sutton's doesn't give you any choices, so I'm glad I found e-diets. It's more like Seattle Sutton's, but if you don't like one of the meals that week, you are allowed to switch things up or even order the same thing for all your breakfasts, etc. I'm hoping that the food tastes halfway decent though. I love food. Love it. That's my major problem with staying at a weight I'm comfortable with, followed by stress and just not having time to eat properly.
Today I went to log in from home as I always do on Mondays, but my laptop could not find my profile. So I couldn't do any work. Alas.
Instead, I took the dogs to the beach. On the way there, this shirtless guy stops me and he's asking about my dogs. This is pretty par for the course for me and I'm barely paying attention until he asks me if I'm married. The following conversation ensues which showcases both my horrible conversation skills and is a perfect example of why I'm only theoretically bisexual.
Him: Are you married?
Me: Huh? Oh, no.
Him: You have a boyfriend?
Me: Nope.
Him: You should. I am here from Colombia on a visa.
Me: That's cool.
Him: I am looking to stay longer but it is hard.
Me: Yeah, I know. I have some friends here on visas.
Him: But you don't have a husband?
Me: Nope. Don't have time for one.
Him: You make time for me?
Me: Ha, no. (Louie starts tugging me away) I've got to go now.
Him: Where are you going?
Me: To the beach... (Lillie barks at the guy)
Him: Oh, okay. Can I... how do you say in English? (hugs himself)
Me: Umm, no. That's okay. Bye now.
Him: You think about me!
I'm pretty sure the dude wanted me to date/marry him so he could get a green card. What the ever living fuck? And you know what? This is the second time this has happened to me! Like, do I reek of desperation or something? Because let me tell you, I have always been perfectly happy being single. Or maybe it's because I'm an overweight chick? So, like, I'll just marry/fuck any dude that asks? Hell to the fucking no. I may want to lose weight, but I pretty much like my body the way it is, thank you very much. UGH.