Wanna know what happens when you stop fretting, and agonizing, and freaking out like a coked up psych patient about your weight?????
You lose 6 lbs.
Yup. That’s right. As of this morning the little flat chested whore spit out a number that I haven’t seen in 3 years, bless her little heart. 146!!! Woop woop!
Can I get a ‘Hell Yeah!’?!
And you wanna know my secret?
Huh, do you, do you?
I stop eating when I’m full.
Just downright scary it’s so brilliant.
And I’m not stuffing my face with my emotions either. Since work is a huge toilet bowl in Satan’s outhouse right now, I have been stressed to the MAX! It’s cray-cray around these parts. And it’s not going to get any better, any time soon. Then there’s the fact that my personal life is a shit storm also. My back/neck eff ups, the 2nd anniversary of my dad Mike’s death is coming up. It’s summer, so we are never, ever, ever home on the weekends (which is fun, but also shittastic at the same time). And I just found out my other dad’s sister has the big ‘C’ word. I cannot tell you how freaking much I hate the word ‘cancer’. I hate it worse than spiders. Swear.
Can you say TENSION? Because this girl’s got some.
But I’m not making it ‘feel better’ with crapfood. Nope, just not going to do it. Actually, I’ve been doing the opposite and eating 3 small meals a day. I wait till I’m hungry and then eat slowly till I’m full. Easy peezy lemon squeezey.
You know what I want to squeezey right now?
In a Corona.
And I think I will, in about 4 hours when I get off overtime and get my butt home. I’d share with my loving husband, but that little turd is on the golf course drinking his own beer.
At the golf course. During work. With his boss.
So no Corona’s for him!
Well, that was a fun little post.