icon = my life.
I really should do something productive with my time tonight, especially since both my girls are out of commission for the evening, but I've felt so down and blah that I don't feel like doing anything at all.
I had a plan for today to go out and see if I could get some clothing for my vacation, just some t-shirts and crops so that I wouldn't sweat my ass off. But I've gotten so fat that I've gone up at least one size in clothing and I'm depressed as fuck.
I hate being addicted to food. It's sick. I'd almost rather be addicted to ANYTHING else.
Sigh. Outside of throwing enough in the wash to get me through work tomorrow, I probably won't end up doing a damn thing with my evening. I'll tell myself I'm going to work on writing, or even something silly veiled in the idea of being productive like finally updating my profile layout. And I'll watch Extreme Couponing at 9:30. And then blah.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
I had a plan for today to go out and see if I could get some clothing for my vacation, just some t-shirts and crops so that I wouldn't sweat my ass off. But I've gotten so fat that I've gone up at least one size in clothing and I'm depressed as fuck.
I hate being addicted to food. It's sick. I'd almost rather be addicted to ANYTHING else.
Sigh. Outside of throwing enough in the wash to get me through work tomorrow, I probably won't end up doing a damn thing with my evening. I'll tell myself I'm going to work on writing, or even something silly veiled in the idea of being productive like finally updating my profile layout. And I'll watch Extreme Couponing at 9:30. And then blah.
Blah blah blah blah blah.