Ridiculously tired. Yesterday was day 3 of the 30 Day Shred and Jillian is a sadistic HOAR. I hurt all over, and that is compounding my grumpiness from lack of sleep. Mama has started to move into her house which means when I got here Friday night, in place of my queen sized bed (which is now at the other house), there is a double. Fine, except the ( Read more... )

I will not be vindictive and report JC to his probation officer...I will not...I will not...I will not. Maybe. Motherfucker would deserve it though.

I went to talk to a counselor yesterday, psychologist rather and got a super fun diagnosis of bipolar with generalized anxiety disorder as a secondary and also OCP (obsessive compulsive personality...which isn't really all that bad, it just means I'm pretty damn anal)and likely adult ADD. Of course duh, I've had ADD since I was a wee little thing ( Read more... )

Well hell. Here we are, a month and a half later. Would you like to know what I accomplished on my list of things I was going to do? None of it. This is why I don't make resolutions because I fail epically at keeping them ( Read more... )

Moving out of the house within the next 2-4 weeks. Being on my own alone will be interesting. It will be hard, but I will make it work. More importantly, when the little love nest over here breaks up (and it will, oh believe me it will), then I have already told my landlord that I want MY damn house back. Then again, I don't want to have to mow the ( Read more... )

Fuck that last post. Fuck the person I was trying so hard to better myself for. She broke up with me. Again. And once more? I am devastated. FML.

Y'all, I'm an idiot. I can't believe it took me until almost 25 to realize this plain and simple truth in life: I control my own happiness. For my whole life I've lived for other people doing things to make them happy and content and I never really bothered doing it for myself. Even now, in the midst of another rough patch between me and Ashley (Oh ( Read more... )

Ashley and I broke up.

I am destroyed, devastated, shattered...and many other adjectives to describe heartbroken.

Don't know if I'll be back to the LJ scene for a while. Love you all.

You would think that doing all these wonderful things to your body to make you healthier would be this energy-filled ride of goodness that went from feeling great because you're eating all the right things right on over to the endorphin highs from working out. Well--it's not. You stress over calories and fat (and carbs if you're not me. I'm not ( Read more... )

I am so exhausted and sleep deprived I can't even begin to explain. Tuesday I worked the 4-12 shift, which is all fine and normal...except that the toilet did some weird back flow thing at work and my shiftworker and I were skipping around in two inches of standing water while the alarms kept going off because water went down through the ceiling ( Read more... )