Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, February 06, 2003
12 Pounds
Well, 12 down, only 50 to go. Oy, that's a long way. But that's okay. I'm already 1/6th of the way there!
I went out and bought me some soccer stuff. I got the cutest new shorts. They're reversible. And too big. But the smaller size was too small. I'm wondering if I should just wear some old shorts this week and get the smaller shorts for later on. I mean, do I really want to spend money on clothing that is too big? Hell, no. I want to buy clothing that fits and shows off my somewhat smaller shape.
I feel like a million bucks today. I really do. I feel skinnier, richer, and well-friended. I think all that hanging out with people last weekend was really good for me. I don't even really have anything to complain about.
Michele and I had a little talk last night about something that has been bothering me since before Christmas, and I feel so much better. I realize that it's my fault we haven't talked about it, but I just I have a really hard time approaching her. I get really choked up when I try to talk about something important. I went in her room and just stood there looking at her. She had to ask me what I wanted three times before I could answer. And as soon as I opened my mouth, the tears came. The good thing about that is that it is hard to yell at someone who is crying. So she didn't holler at me for not saying anything sooner. Though I should have.
Chick-Fil-A is doing some kind of telephone survey. If you do the survey, you get a free chicken sammich. This doesn't help you any. You actually have to have the paper coupon thing, but my point is that I am getting a free Chick-Fil-A sammich. And I love Chick-Fil-A. It's yummy. And tragic to go and not be able to order waffle fries. Bad and wrong.
What are you doing this weekend? I'm busy Friday night, and then I want to go to a movie and play racquetball on Saturday, but I'm waiting on another friend to tell me whether or not we're hanging out before I can make any definite plans. Hopefully, I will find out tomorrow. Sundays are always the same. And I like them that way. We get up, go to the grocery store, lounge around, do laundry, make dinner, and go to bed. I love lazy Sundays. Only two more months until all my Sundays are consumed by softball. *sigh* But it's just 2 more years. And since I get paid to keep score, I guess I shouldn't complain. But I do, anyway. It sucks having a commitment every frickin' single Sunday that you can't get out of. I think I'm going to see if I can just work every other Sunday. That way, one Sunday I can drink and have fun out there, the next week I can make money. Of course, no one I know plays anymore, and I just end up out there alone with no one to talk to. I guess I could always stay home. But let's face it, if the Muffin is leaving the house and I have the option to go with her, when have I passed up the opportunity to be with her? Seldom. I gotta keep my eye on that one. She's slippery. (Not really. As a matter of fact, she is quite un-slippery.)
I went out and bought me some soccer stuff. I got the cutest new shorts. They're reversible. And too big. But the smaller size was too small. I'm wondering if I should just wear some old shorts this week and get the smaller shorts for later on. I mean, do I really want to spend money on clothing that is too big? Hell, no. I want to buy clothing that fits and shows off my somewhat smaller shape.
I feel like a million bucks today. I really do. I feel skinnier, richer, and well-friended. I think all that hanging out with people last weekend was really good for me. I don't even really have anything to complain about.
Michele and I had a little talk last night about something that has been bothering me since before Christmas, and I feel so much better. I realize that it's my fault we haven't talked about it, but I just I have a really hard time approaching her. I get really choked up when I try to talk about something important. I went in her room and just stood there looking at her. She had to ask me what I wanted three times before I could answer. And as soon as I opened my mouth, the tears came. The good thing about that is that it is hard to yell at someone who is crying. So she didn't holler at me for not saying anything sooner. Though I should have.
Chick-Fil-A is doing some kind of telephone survey. If you do the survey, you get a free chicken sammich. This doesn't help you any. You actually have to have the paper coupon thing, but my point is that I am getting a free Chick-Fil-A sammich. And I love Chick-Fil-A. It's yummy. And tragic to go and not be able to order waffle fries. Bad and wrong.
What are you doing this weekend? I'm busy Friday night, and then I want to go to a movie and play racquetball on Saturday, but I'm waiting on another friend to tell me whether or not we're hanging out before I can make any definite plans. Hopefully, I will find out tomorrow. Sundays are always the same. And I like them that way. We get up, go to the grocery store, lounge around, do laundry, make dinner, and go to bed. I love lazy Sundays. Only two more months until all my Sundays are consumed by softball. *sigh* But it's just 2 more years. And since I get paid to keep score, I guess I shouldn't complain. But I do, anyway. It sucks having a commitment every frickin' single Sunday that you can't get out of. I think I'm going to see if I can just work every other Sunday. That way, one Sunday I can drink and have fun out there, the next week I can make money. Of course, no one I know plays anymore, and I just end up out there alone with no one to talk to. I guess I could always stay home. But let's face it, if the Muffin is leaving the house and I have the option to go with her, when have I passed up the opportunity to be with her? Seldom. I gotta keep my eye on that one. She's slippery. (Not really. As a matter of fact, she is quite un-slippery.)
Dawn, 1:59 PM
