Thursday, June 18, 2015

June 18, 2015



 There were so many voices in my head last night: “You should check to make sure your passport is current!” (I  had already looked before), “You need to get the diving docs finished” “ “What about clothes?  You have nothing – no shorts, no summer clothes” “Remember to find the number for what’s-her-name” “The kids must be having a blast – you haven’t heard much from them” “Should you move to Switzerland?”  “You need to help L find his divorce docs so you can renew your Swiss passport”.  It was nuts – I must’ve been up past three, easily.   The icky warm morning air woke me again – I miss winter.

 
This morning I was bound and determined to GET SHIT DONE, so I cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the brooms and brushes, got some stuff organized.  All this yard sale stuff piled into the living room really makes me flench (new word!), but where else can I keep it?  Once the kids and I get back from CR, we will have a yard sale to pay off some of the credit card bills we will have accumulated.  Doing this after the fact will motivate us more (scientifically proven).

I had a 2 o’clock group, so I took the pups to the park and ran them to their heart’s content, showered and headed to group.  There was good news regarding their pay (I work for free, so it didn’t affect me) and it was nice to have everyone happy again.  The group facilitator wasn’t there, so after my computer passwords were reinstalled and everything was good, I left on My Mission – to find a bikini top that fits me.  Here’s the deal:  Women are bigger, therefore breasts are bigger.  WHY AREN’T THERE BIGGER BIKINI TOPS?   Many have us have moved past the 13 year old boobs.  I went to three separate places before I found bikini tops with D cup tops (and these were even a stretch for me, which is weird, because my boobs really aren’t that big, they’re just “grown up”).  I have half a mind to get in touch with some bra companies, see if they can’t change the material to beachwear material, and start selling bras as bikini tops.  We have a hell of a lot more selection in the intimates sections - and don’t think I didn’t consider this.

After my mission was completed, I headed off to the Indian Bazaar to pick up some Indian foods for home.  I am going to start learning how to make curries and then headed to the Curry House for dinner.  Raji was my server – and the meal was soul-shaking….  Such rich Tikka Masala – holyhellwow.  Headed to Target to return an swimsuit top I bought last week which hadn’t fit and then spent $30 on lightbulbs fir this ridiculous house in which the landlord has 7 variations of lightbulbs, none of which are inexpensive.  I also got some fans in preparation for High Sierra.

Now I’m home and I just finished my second treat.  Here is the next deal:  This shit has got to stop.  Clearly I can’t switch eating for sex, so I’ll hafta switch it for exercise.  Tomorrow I am going down to that stupid gym and I will sign up so I can get this body back into the shape it was 3 years ago before school.  I am tired of the depression it brings.  So – following the lead of someone I know who has taken an incredible journey – I will weigh myself tomorrow and post that tomorrow night to hold myself accountable.  These cupcakes have to find someone else to eat them (although I do get  nachos once a week before group - that's also a scientifically proven fact).

Pictures: The young crescent moon, Jupiter and Venus; My D cup adventure...I hate shopping for clothes; They may not spray you anymore, but those Macy's ladies piled me up with men's cologne.  Mmmmm...; Patchouli in Hindi - I have a big box full of incense; My two sweets and a Dwight Schrute-like car.


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