I've been so down on myself. And then I read your posts on your coolest site I've ever seen. Makes me feel a little better. Now if only I though half as highly of myself.
So I still didn't call my dad and my mother has no doubt been cursing me out all day. Since I've fallen into this deep depression I've made it clear (at least to my brother who wanted to know why I hadn't been in touch with my parents since -- for once -- we didn't have an argument) that I feel like crap and don't want to talk to anyone. Would you believe I finally bought some new bras. Now that might not seem like news but I've gained so much weight that I now have the hooters people (why I don't know) actually want. And I kept thinking oh gee I'll lose all this weight (overnight) and can wear my old bras. Somewhere I read an article that you need a new bra when you gain weight, lose weight and I can't think of the other reason. (The last time I was pregnant and my boobs are even bigger than when I was). Well what do you know. I put on a new bra and it looked like I lost 10 pounds. The girls are up there. Ho, ho, ho and tomorrow I have a private lesson with my favorite karate (okay mixed martial arts -- which is another excuse to beat the crap out of everyone) instructor. I really like her. She gives me hope that I can actually do it.
My crew just got home. Sullen husband and kid happy to see me. One out of two ain't bad.
