A little more action, please!
That little gem goes out to Me, Myself, & I.
(And you too if you want it. I'm not that stingy.)
(A little tho... I am an only child, after all.)
I blog and blog of the changes I want to make and then I get home and do the same damn thing. Broken Record much? I at least need and nice and Sheeny new record to play that agrees with all of me. Because I assure my ass and my eyes are feuding right now. Along with various other parts of my body... it's war you guys. War.
I'm not set up for success. My messy and lonely so lone-LEEEEEEEEEE I have no bod-EEEEEEEEE for my-*ahem* My lonely and messy environment really isn't helping the good-get up jump the boogie to the the rhythm of the boogity beat and do a little dance and make a little love and get down and get up get up and get down in my black chevrolet. No wait. I don't have a black chevy. Scratch that last part.
In my Land of Ideals that I skip off to in my dreams I was going to be done with school and embrace summer with newness, and freshness, and fabulousness! And champagnes, of course. Yeah... you know where this is going, we've been here too many times, I know. The path is well worn and each time I travel it I hope it is the last time, this time is no different.
I'm working on coming up with a plan. A plan that will work. I have goals people. Bikini Goals....okay, more like "Anti-Moo Moo" Goals. In one week is Memorial Day. I doubt I will be doing anything but JUST IN CASE! I still would like to be in a non-hippopotamus state if any enticing invites come my way! Also, this Memorial Day will be a week momentum for the Balloon and Wine Festival! And some gorgeous Son of a Winery may whisk me away in a hot air balloon (hopefully one with red, red is my favorite color) and propose marriage. Or ask me on a date. Either way, must be ready!
But in those 2 weeks to Wine Time Dreamery... what to do? Work? Absolutely. I'm starting to work full time come Monday! Officially, anyhow. I'm working this weekend. Girls got to pay off the Noms and the service I need done to my car. And I'll continue to try and rack up the hours and watch my bank account grow again, pick up the fat that my body loses? A solid plan for sure.
But there again... what to do about food. My arch nemisis. I don't know how to choose food. I need my brain to function and so I want to nourish my body; and yet, starve it at the same time? What a quandary. When it comes to eating I don't know what to do, I don't know what to eat. When I get home I NomVom out of habit. I don't want to, I just do... I don't know what else to do...
I don't know how to not be a bulimic. It has become me; I, it. An exorcism is in order. Y'know, since the end of the world got post-poned and all.
I wipe with Sarcasm and Words That I Make Up because I'm awesome and my words are better than Websters. (Yeah I said it. Suck it Webster!) I'm the Word Generating Mastah! Bwahahahahaaaaaaa!!! Truth isn't always pretty but who says it can't be somewhat mildly entertaining? (The premise of all reality TV. I rest my case. And I need a gavel cuz I'm The Decider and I decided I'm right.)
I wish I had encouraging words of wisdom to share with you but unfortunately I'm empty :( All I can say is I'm sure you'll find your motivation to quit this icky vomming and move on to a habit more suitable, like drag racing heehee
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling... It's like it's a part of you that you just can't figure out how to get rid of, and sometimes you can't figure out if you WANT to get rid of it. *hugs* Hang in there, my dear. I know you're smart enough to figure something incredible out. Love you bunches!
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