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May. 27th, 2007 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hollybrookeIt's beautiful outside today, and I just feel so sluggish. And it doesn't help that I've eaten nothing but absolute crap this weekend.
Hunter's starting a hard-core diet tomorrow. He wants to lose the last of his "baby fat" and And you know, that's a good thing because now there won't be so many offenders stocked in the house.
But you know...a lot of it is my fault. I ate an entire medium pepperoni pizza within two days at work. Plus breadsticks. Then Mom told me to order her a hamboli from Pizza Palace in Cedar Lake. I tell myself, "DON'T EAT THAT SHIT, IT WILL JUST STAY IN YOUR GUT AND MAKE YOU FAT!" and I can't help it. Earlier today, I stopped by McDonald's for breakfast, only because I knew we didn't have shit to eat at home, and Mom had no plans to go grocery shopping, and whenever she does go, she only gets shit SHE likes to eat. She doesn't care what Dad or Hunter or I want. It's white bread and butter and ham and cheap soda and deep fried whatever and sugar, sugar, sugar for her. And she bitches that she can't fit into a size six anymore.
This is why I buy a lot of my own groceries anymore and refuse to go shopping with her.
But I had a relapse this week and just needed pizza. And I fell off the wagon. Ugh.
I really need to go downstairs and do a mile or two on the treadmill.
Hunter's starting a hard-core diet tomorrow. He wants to lose the last of his "baby fat" and And you know, that's a good thing because now there won't be so many offenders stocked in the house.
But you know...a lot of it is my fault. I ate an entire medium pepperoni pizza within two days at work. Plus breadsticks. Then Mom told me to order her a hamboli from Pizza Palace in Cedar Lake. I tell myself, "DON'T EAT THAT SHIT, IT WILL JUST STAY IN YOUR GUT AND MAKE YOU FAT!" and I can't help it. Earlier today, I stopped by McDonald's for breakfast, only because I knew we didn't have shit to eat at home, and Mom had no plans to go grocery shopping, and whenever she does go, she only gets shit SHE likes to eat. She doesn't care what Dad or Hunter or I want. It's white bread and butter and ham and cheap soda and deep fried whatever and sugar, sugar, sugar for her. And she bitches that she can't fit into a size six anymore.
This is why I buy a lot of my own groceries anymore and refuse to go shopping with her.
But I had a relapse this week and just needed pizza. And I fell off the wagon. Ugh.
I really need to go downstairs and do a mile or two on the treadmill.
