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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