I spent the entire day in my pajamas, watching The Stand on SyFy. One day I will actually tackle the book, but right now I think I’m more content to stare at Rob Lowe and Gary Sinise and drool my fool head off. Yeah, they don’t like look that now, but like that matters. I can be as bad as most men when it comes to when it comes to the opposite gender. I’m all for equal-opportunity objectification.
That’s not the point, though. No it is not.
This is probably the third or fourth time I’ve tried to blog on the public circuit. The first time…I can’t remember. The last however was called something along the lines of “Project Don’t be Such a Fucking Fatass.” I stopped blogging on that one a long time ago. Probably about when I gained back every last pound I had lost during gym trips when I was still in college (I say this like it’s been more than a mere seven months). That had to have been the most depressing day ever. I got on the scale and look at what being lazy and stuffing my face got me. But I digress.
I got bored of sticking to a theme. I have no aim with this one. I just want to spill my guts a little bit. Maybe family will read it. Maybe friends will read it. Thing is, I don’t really care I suppose. This is more about getting things out that I want to have more visibility than my very private and locked down personal blog does. Maybe you’ll learn something—though probably not. At the very least, you’ll get a perspective from a fat girl who has a healthy dose of anti-depressants to keep her sane.
I need to get back into the habit of writing again—more than just blogs like this—and this is my start.
There will be good days, there will be bad days, and there will be “what the eff” days. Welcome to my world. It should be fun.
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