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I've given up on all this WeightWatchers business, I think. I got asked last night if I was going to attend the meeting today with my Mom and I told her no. I may not go to the meetings, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to continue actively watching what I eat, and attempting to eat healthily. I'm just not going to be concerning myself as much with counting calories and that nonsense. I don't really have the patience for it, and it's incredibly frustrating, nor when I do the actual diet, I feel shitty. Anxiety and frustration has been hitting me over it due to wanting and missing not having to worry about what the hell I eat. It doesn't seem enjoyable to me anymore. It's intentional stress, and I hate stressful situations in the first place. I don't know, it's just hard to explain. I suppose if I learn to be more optimistic, and proactive it might be more positive in the long run - who knows.
Anyway, yesterday I had a guy named Gord show up at work (I invited him this time) to meet up with me for a bit. I met this one, like the others, via PoF and he's 31, 6FT tall, and actually, to my surprise, pretty attractive. I spoke to him for a few hours yesterday, but I got this sinking suspicion I'm going to get ignored like the rest of them *laughs* He's a very polite individual but I'm not sure if he's able to handle all that I am as a person. My brutal honesty and sarcasm tends to worry people I think. I don't mean anything negative by it, and from what I hear from people who know me, I'm not all that bad. I'm just set in my ways, and call a heart, a heart, and a spade, a spade. Ah well, just a vibe I'm getting anyway. Something tells me I'm quite right by it too.
Well, I guess I'm going to go clean myself up, make my bed, and get my shit together. I have to go back in to North Bay to get my car. Amanda (a co-worker of mine) is coming to pick me up to get my car where I left it over night, since we went out to the bar last night. Didn't want to drink and drive so I got Andrew to drive us home since we gave him gas money. I still feel bad for asking though.
Anyway, yesterday I had a guy named Gord show up at work (I invited him this time) to meet up with me for a bit. I met this one, like the others, via PoF and he's 31, 6FT tall, and actually, to my surprise, pretty attractive. I spoke to him for a few hours yesterday, but I got this sinking suspicion I'm going to get ignored like the rest of them *laughs* He's a very polite individual but I'm not sure if he's able to handle all that I am as a person. My brutal honesty and sarcasm tends to worry people I think. I don't mean anything negative by it, and from what I hear from people who know me, I'm not all that bad. I'm just set in my ways, and call a heart, a heart, and a spade, a spade. Ah well, just a vibe I'm getting anyway. Something tells me I'm quite right by it too.
Well, I guess I'm going to go clean myself up, make my bed, and get my shit together. I have to go back in to North Bay to get my car. Amanda (a co-worker of mine) is coming to pick me up to get my car where I left it over night, since we went out to the bar last night. Didn't want to drink and drive so I got Andrew to drive us home since we gave him gas money. I still feel bad for asking though.