"Screaming Infidelities" by Dashboard Confessional
I feel fat. I've been completely run down the past couple weeks, and it's finally occured to me why I'm feeling so awful.
1. Working downtown in the tourist district does awful things to your abdominal area and below. i.e. When all you have to eat for lunch is McDonald's, Pizza, Oriental, or seafood, it brings bad things. Very bad things.
2. Waking up at 6:30 in the morning means a very tired little girl, who is barely awake enough to drag herself downstairs to a hot shower. That also means I have no energy nor desire to exercise early.
3. Early rising means that I can hardly push myself to pour a glass of o.j. and a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, nevermind makes myself lunch.
4. Upon arriving home from eight and a half hours of work I have sore legs, and no desire to run a mile.
And, I've taken it upon myself to become the cook. Thus, in the past week, I've made a lasagna that I even want to eat, crispy and juicy fried chicken breasts, salisbary steaks, and stir fried vegetables and pork. All this adds up to meals that give me an excuse to take extra portions and a bellyache afterwords.
I feel tremendously fat. Good bye, 117.5 pounds. Goodbye, size 7 jeans. Argh.
Bathing suit season is coming up. And Prom.
I need a new routine. I've tried going without, I've tried cutting down.
Any ideas? Or should I just join a gym?
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But.. Thing 2 has obviously learned the art of growing close to one's heart, then weaving his way in and out of my life so that I don't know which way is up, but am so giddy that it doesn't matter anymore. I can't wait until he moves up to Baltimore to start working at the ship. (and he can't either. He's already mentioned that we'll be able to spend more time together and that I'll be a *distraction* to him. *Distractions* like me are good.) Wee.