So anyone else having a really nasty allergy season? My eyes are so puffy and red, that I look like a stoned bug. Uck. No fun.
So I’m almost done with my short Christmas story. *Sigh* I LOVE it. It’s so sweet, and innocent, such a change from my usual stuff. But I think that’s what Christmas represents, at least in my head. The purity of it all. Or maybe that’s just my memories from childhood. :)
Today I took Emma to the gym, that was okay. She’s so passive and anti-confrontational. Have I mentioned this before? She’s just like me. Like a kid can come up, take her ball and hit her and she’ll just walk away or stare after her ball with longing. And what do I say? “It’s okay, honey, we’re sharing!” I should be like, “Hit the little sh*t back, and get your ball!” Actually, I’m sure some mom’s probably do encourage that, lol.
Ugh, I’m sucking it up with being healthy. I cannot make myself be good. Please! What’s my issue? I was telling my friend. (Since I’m diabetic) I’ll lose my vision, have my feet cut off, and I’ll still be eating brownies and cheese sticks! I’m going back to Weight Watchers Friday (I’ve missed a couple weeks) so hopefully I can get with it. The weight loss thing isn’t just a vanity thing for me, it’s a legitimate health issue. Freaking sucks, but I need to stop whining and do something about it. You’ll never hear me b*tch about how I hate my body and stuff, cause I’m this way for the choices I’ve made. If I eat right and exercise it’ll melt away, I’ve done it before. It just was a lot easier the last time. I think I have an emotional block. Like if I’m big, no man will want me, and I don’t have to worry about getting screwed over again.
Okay, way too serious of a topic for me. Shelli. I’ll stop now and get back to writing. I really want to finish the short story.
G’night!
