Don't Care Who Read this.... Just Need to Type!
So I searched all over the damn place and couldn't find my pills. Luckily Judy had brought the pills with her to Tea n More, and knowing that I would need them, provided me with a little baggie to put them in. I'm now set to live comfortably (well... assuming they work for me) for the next few weeks. If these don't work, I am seriously showing up to my doctor for some anti-depressents and adderall. I need to focus, I need to be happy, I need to be normal.
Anyway, moving on... I think I'm doing fine in the weight department. I am no longer in the triple digit range (hush up yous, I was never in the triple digit range) and some of my pants fit again. I just need to get my washboard stomach back.
How sad it is though... to be losing weight. It's what I want, but at the same time, I kind of like being at 100. It was my first time getting there. But everyone was giving me such a hard time about gaining weight, it made me want to stop. After years of people telling me that I was too skinny, they seem to have a funny way of showing that they're happy I had gained weight in the first place.
Well, once I'm back on track, I promise to work out and eat healthily and get back to triple digits. Hopefully the weight will be from muscle mass and not lard.
I'm a mess aren't I? Whatever... I can get back to... close to normal. I just need for this semester to end... and for my parents to give me a break... and to get a job... and to move out.
I'm surprise I haven't murdered anyone or killed myself yet. Kidding.
Anyway, moving on... I think I'm doing fine in the weight department. I am no longer in the triple digit range (hush up yous, I was never in the triple digit range) and some of my pants fit again. I just need to get my washboard stomach back.
How sad it is though... to be losing weight. It's what I want, but at the same time, I kind of like being at 100. It was my first time getting there. But everyone was giving me such a hard time about gaining weight, it made me want to stop. After years of people telling me that I was too skinny, they seem to have a funny way of showing that they're happy I had gained weight in the first place.
Well, once I'm back on track, I promise to work out and eat healthily and get back to triple digits. Hopefully the weight will be from muscle mass and not lard.
I'm a mess aren't I? Whatever... I can get back to... close to normal. I just need for this semester to end... and for my parents to give me a break... and to get a job... and to move out.
I'm surprise I haven't murdered anyone or killed myself yet. Kidding.