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My Life Thus Far
2005-11-21 18:29:12 (UTC)

Completely Saccharin

After such a glamorous vacation, writing about everyday,
ordinary-life things - like how much I weigh, what I've
eaten and what I did - seem a bit anticlimactic. But,
since even I get tired of hearing myself talk about how
great my vacation was, I'm through yakking about it and
I'll file it in the back of my mind as a wonderful
experience I'd like to repeat someday. Instead, I'll move
on to more exciting topics, like how good my ass looks in
a size 12 pair of jeans :) Okay, well. I think that would
be a personal opinion, but since it's my ass and I have a
notoriously low self-image of myself, it's a step in a
more positive direction for me.

Last night, Gen came over to bring me my Avon and to pick
up the gift I bought her (half clear/half cobalt blue
crystal champagne flutes with Neskowin etched on them. I
wish I'd gotten myself a pair). I still had a MOUNTAIN of
laundry piled up in the middle of my bed, so I lit candles
and decided to have a laundry party. Snookums was
engrossed in the Seahawks game and was pretty much
ignoring me, so I was glad Gen stopped by. Well, one thing
led to another (We ran out of hangers) and I did something
I HATE doing and don't do very often. I PURGED MY
CLOSET!!! This is a monumental, ground shaking event for
me. I accumulate clothes like they've come alive and have
started breeding. But Gen helped me realize that I was
holding on to clothes that I don't even fit anymore and
have no intention of fitting ever again. She held up stuff
I wear everyday and I got an idea of how big my clothes
have become on me. That was the last straw. I gave her all
of my 16/18 stuff (mostly tops, because at that point I
lived in sweats and stretch pants) and the majority of my
14/16 clothes, with the exception of 2 pairs of jeans I'm
not ready to part with yet. It felt good getting rid of
my "fat" clothes and making room for new things.

Tomorrow Sue arrives (Snookum's biological mother, whom
irritates me at times, to say the least). I don't dislike
her. She's a nice lady. She's sweet (a little syrupy,
actually. Completely saccharin) but she just grates me
like a block of cheddar. Helena and I are much more
compatible and like-minded. Sue is stuck in 1978 and makes
every conversation an exercise in torture by interjecting
long forgotten 1970's lingo. I'm looking forward to seeing
her, because she's Snookums mother and he wouldn't be here
without her. I know he loves her, no matter how irritated
he his by her and she's my daughters' Grandmother. I'm not
going to lie and say I won't be glad when she goes home,
though. I've decided not to break myself getting the house
spotless. I hardly consider the place filthy. I'll sweep
the floor and vacuum, but other than that, I'm done.

I'm going to sign off for now. I want to get in some
Pilates and Exercise ball routines while I'm still
motivated. I just got back from a 3 mile walk. I'm feeling
pretty good and I'm in a great frame of mind, so today
should be a wonderful day. Ciao!




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