Filed under: Dieting,Family

Well this sucks. I can’t find a template that moves me. That says oh yes, take me, take me now!

I am eating the leftover birthday cake. I shouldn’t be. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life, lol. I just had to type that. What I meant to say was that today was my first day of dieting – again – hrm. I should just call it what it is. Re-dieting. Today was my first day of re-dieting. Yeah that sounds good.

So like I’m re-dieting this morning at about 8am. Counting my ww points. Controlling my portion sizes, cheering myself on, and then I notice that the cake is still on the counter and has not vanished. The horror!!!

So then I decided right then and there that today would not be the start, today would be just another day to pig out and be Mary (me-rr-y).

Thats what I chose today and thats what I’m doing. Its my perogative to be fat today! I CHOOSE to be fat!

I’m sorry. I now interrupt this message to bring you exclusive gossip…shit! I forgot I don’t have any gossip. Why? Because I don’t have any friends. Oh wait. I do have something to tell you. I just found out that my brother screwed a girl (yes a G-I-R-L) when he was 23. She at the time was 15 or 16. Supposedly she got pregnant, moved away to New York, had the baby and didn’t contact my brother further. Last week Monday he got child support papers. First he has to prove he is or isn’t the father so he got a blood test. That was yesterday and I’m sure the results will be in sometime this week.

Holy shit balls batman if my brother is a father I’m going freak the hell out! That is really scary.

Have you ever been to the Darwin awards website? Yeah its that kind of scary.

So I could be another auntie. Woo-woo. And my brother will be stuck in the shittiest hell of his life – Wait a minute. He already is! My bad. Ok, he’ll be stuck in an even shittier hell of his life. There. The End.

I’m going to eat my cake now and shut up. Well just until I have something else to post about. Be ready. Be very ready.

Filed under: Dieting,General

I’m really tired, but I am looking for a template because this one is soooooo not me. I can’t believe I’m writing somewhere else. What a moron. I cannot count on one hand, how many diaries/blogs I’ve had.

What a loser I be.

Tomorrow I’m starting my diet again. My diet consists of eating whole grain foods (or at least trying to), less sugar (which means no sugar, usually just splenda, with the occasional fructose from fruit, jelly, or juice), and eating less of the starchier veggies.

I’m tired of being fat. I want to be a size 11. Or 12. Or 14 for that matter. I MISS BEING SLIM! 16′s suck butt.

I’m as big as my mom. My mom never used to be big, but because of all her debilitating problems, she cannot exercise. So for the first time in my life I can finally say I am as big as my mom. 10 years ago I would’ve laughed at that thought.

This place is addicting. I want to keep writing my thoughts. Im sooooo tired. I am extremely sleep deprived thanks to my son. He’s been sick for three days now. Also kudos to hubby for making me sleepy. He doesn’t get up at 1 in the morning to see his crying son. I do. Nor does hubbs get up in the early a.m. to feed the children. Thats momma’s job. I sometimes wish he would wake up and give me a break. Im fucking tired as hell and I deserve to stay up late at night and sleep in. LIBERATE THE TIRED MOMMIES!!!

I’m done now. Goodbye.