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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Thursday, Jun. 17, 2004 - 9:13 P.M. Repulsive Reflections God how I hate mirrors. When I am wearing comfy clothes and I'm not sweating (which these days is a very rare event), I almost forget how big I've gotten. I know I have to do something about it. Something? Hells bells, I KNOW what I have to do, I just don't waaaaaaaaaannnnnaaaaaaaa. But the summer is here, it's hot, it's humid, and thre are body parts sticking together that were never intended to do that! It's time to shed the winter wool, molt as it were. Damn I so want to not be so large. I saw that Carnie Wilson on the television the other day. Stupid bitch is getting big again. So apparently the gastric bypass isn't going to work for everyone, like it's NOT going to work for me. I'll just get big again. I saw my ex-sister in law again. She's put on a bunch of weight again, even though about 3 years ago she was training for a triathlon. Is it better to just stay this way? I feel like such a lump. I LOOK like such a lump. So...soon, very soon, I will be doing SOMETHING about it. Hopefully more than just whining about it. After all, this IS supposed to be about my struggle with my belly and ass baggage. Maybe if we just outlawed all reflective surfaces. I think I'd be fine then....as long as no one took any pictures. Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 5 readers left their mark on this one!
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