SADNESS
As I sit here in my hungover stupor, the sharp thought stabs its way across my throbbing skull: "Woman, you have heavily adopted some swine-like lifestyle habits."
I look around. Clothes are strewn everywhere and each piece narrates a different night out where I got drunk, spent money I didn't have, and ate a bunch of shit I had no business pleasing my fat cells with.
I look over. A desk littered with hairspray; notepads; water glasses; leaves of papers with random lists, goals, sayings, wordage; coasters; pens; technology.
I look down. Rolls haunt my stomach and cellulite crumples its way across my thighs. Seeing this depresses me the worst. How do you lose 20 pounds just to gain it all back? How did I get so failtacular.
Yesterday, though, I did fantastic for day 1 of Operation Ketosis. But then, I got drunk and those evil little fat cells screamed bloody murder until the sweet satiation of drunk munchies ensued their evil little cries.
I just had to rant. Skinny is my happy and I can't get there fast enough!
One day at a time. Baby steps.
Peace.
McL
Rest In Peace
Mercedes
1988-2002
I look around. Clothes are strewn everywhere and each piece narrates a different night out where I got drunk, spent money I didn't have, and ate a bunch of shit I had no business pleasing my fat cells with.
I look over. A desk littered with hairspray; notepads; water glasses; leaves of papers with random lists, goals, sayings, wordage; coasters; pens; technology.
I look down. Rolls haunt my stomach and cellulite crumples its way across my thighs. Seeing this depresses me the worst. How do you lose 20 pounds just to gain it all back? How did I get so failtacular.
Yesterday, though, I did fantastic for day 1 of Operation Ketosis. But then, I got drunk and those evil little fat cells screamed bloody murder until the sweet satiation of drunk munchies ensued their evil little cries.
I just had to rant. Skinny is my happy and I can't get there fast enough!
One day at a time. Baby steps.
Peace.
McL
Rest In Peace
Mercedes
1988-2002