grandma scuba: a lesson in disguise
it makes me sad that my grandma doesn't take care of herself anymore. it makes me sad that she sits down all day, reading trash novels and doing crossword puzzles. she only looks happy when it's time to eat or time to watch a movie (but she doesnt like good ones, she HATED napoleon dynamite and only liked shaun of the dead b/c it was british...) she's on oxygen, she's horribly overweight, and i can't hold a conversation with her. she's my only grandparent left, and i avoid her most of the time...kind of happy that she's leaving tomorrow. this makes me feel incredibly guilty, but i'm just being honest.
today i had this frightening image of myself in 50 years, and almost screamed at the thought of how i'll carry what weight i'm sure to gain. i don't want to end up like her. this makes me miss school even more--the gym, oh the gym! the glorious gym! i think i'll carry a picture around of my grandmother when i go to the dining hall so i make better choices. take it to the gym to work out that much harder.
so if i'm making any real weight resolutions for the new year, i've got my grandmother to thank for it.
(hahahaha my mom called bright eyes the "ed wood of the music industry" hahahhahahahhaahaha, sad times)
today i had this frightening image of myself in 50 years, and almost screamed at the thought of how i'll carry what weight i'm sure to gain. i don't want to end up like her. this makes me miss school even more--the gym, oh the gym! the glorious gym! i think i'll carry a picture around of my grandmother when i go to the dining hall so i make better choices. take it to the gym to work out that much harder.
so if i'm making any real weight resolutions for the new year, i've got my grandmother to thank for it.
(hahahaha my mom called bright eyes the "ed wood of the music industry" hahahhahahahhaahaha, sad times)