i am serious. i need to lose weight. i am not kidding. this is getting ridiculous. and is making me mad. and sad. i hate feeling like this about myself. i hate how my clothes fit (read: don't fit). i hate my lack of energy, my faltering self esteem, my staggering lack of commitment. i am not sure what happened. i think it was a combination of the winter-that-never-ended... and stress. but i am feeling ready to start again...to commit... now... if i could only find my stupid fitbit.
i love raspberries
i love that every time S goes to pick up 19 after work...15 goes along... to hide in the back of the car and try to scare her.
bob's burgers is kind of genius. there. i said it.
i realized tonight that i own no socks. or at least...nothing that matches.
when i need a moment, i drive to the windmills. weirdly, they relax me. the slow, constant spinning...