Wednesday, November 17, 2010
AAAAGGGG!! I just found a fat pad on my foot. I didn't know you could get fat there. That is the final straw. I am starting a real diet tomorrow. Not one of those fake diets where you just pretend you aren't eating junk, but sneak it when no one is looking. A real diet where I don't eat crap all day long. No more crap!!! No more fat pad on my feet!!!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Yesterday I was supposed to work, but it was so slow that I was able to leave after only 4hours. My husband didn't have school so we were able to have a free day together. We went to lunch, then shopping for my birthday present(new boots), free makeup, and some new clothes. After a nap, we still had time to study and went to bed early. We have been trying to have a "date day" FOREVER, and to have this stolen day was wonderful. And I was paid for it.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Why oh why do I do this to myself? I made Tres Leches Cake (translation Three Milks) yesterday knowing that I am lactose intolerant. I also know that I love this cake. I cannot say no when it is around. So what did I do? My husband and I ate almost half of it yesterday. I hurt all the way up to my ribs. Every breath reminds me why I should NEVER eat that cake and yet I do. Even now, I know it is in the fridge and I want just one bite. Dare I go down that road again? Can I have just one bite?
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I think regularly about all the writer blogs that I follow, an am occasionally jealous that I am not more of a writer. The only creative writing I have ever done is haiku poems in grade school. I wrote haiku because they were only three lines and had no story. Fit the requirements without too much work. I don't even have a journal, because every time I start one it just becomes a place to whine and complain. Then I realize that if I blogged two or three times a week, this could be a journal. I can't spend all my time being miserable or complaining because "people" will be reading it. True, I don't have many followers, but those of you that read and comment make a difference to me. So we are going to pretend that the last month didn't happen and I will set a goal to blog more. Now I have an electric recording of my thoughts and days. When someone feels like writing a story about my life (as I am sure they will) there will be something to follow.