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...