Sigh. I've run out of internets!
Also, I ate early lunch (it had stopped raining and I wasn't sure how long that would last plus I was starving) which always makes the afternoon seem longer.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEE......
Anya ,'Sleeper'
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Sigh. I've run out of internets!
Also, I ate early lunch (it had stopped raining and I wasn't sure how long that would last plus I was starving) which always makes the afternoon seem longer.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEE......
I am just barely 5'4". I am happy as a size 8 or 10. That is me weighing about 145--which is considered overweight by my doctor but suits me perfectly. When I get up to a 14-16, I am just plain unhappy with my body.
Scrappy is me, only 2" shorter and a dress size smaller. I'm happiest as a size 10 - it's where all my clothes fit, for one thing. At my current salary and with a kid to support, I literally can't afford to be over a size 12. I'd have to go to work naked.
Totally unrelated to weight, I desperately need to get back into the habit of running after work. I'm such a crabby stressball these days and I know getting more exercise would help with that.
I am in a terrible mood. I am not getting anything done. There person next door has a yard service working on her yard that has made annoying droning noises for what seems like hours. Who knew that one of the biggest productivity killers of the home office would be the leaf blower? All I want to do is whine.
There is a funny dog story. (There's always a funny dog story.) I put out some new, higher quality food that's more like people food. Apparently, Mr. Peabody thought it couldn't really be for him, because he'd take a bite and then head for the den to eat it with that purposeful trot that screams "I'm stealing something but I'm going to look like I'm busy and no one will notice." That's the real problem with the dogs playing poker paintings: Dogs have terrible poker faces.
I spent the thinnest years of my life believing I was a fat cow. I weighed 135lbs and was miserable. I emotionally abused myself and allowed other to abuse me as well. Decades later I am the heaviest I've ever been but happier and healthier than I was when I was 20 years old and slim.
It took years and a lot of tears to reach acceptance and peace.
I'm at the gym but I'm watching the Olmpics in the lounge. I'll get to the treadmill when I can work up the energy.
I am just barely 5'4". I am happy as a size 8 or 10. That is me weighing about 145--which is considered overweight by my doctor but suits me perfectly.
It's crazy to me that I'm an inch taller, maybe, and am an 8-10 (on the bottom, the big boobs make shirt & dress sizing unpredictable) and I'm almost 20 lbs heavier than that. Sizing is just so random! ...maybe my hair is really heavy? And my big face?
I spent the thinnest years of my life believing I was a fat cow.OH! Me too!!! it didn't help that I had a boyfriend who was always commenting on my "fat" belly and asking when I'd go to the gym. I'm way chubbier now but about a million times more comfortable in my body.
And I'm between 5'5" and 5'6", weigh 135, and wear an 8 (though am thinking it might be time to move to a 10 - tight pants!). Like Cash, I also felt "fat" as a young adult when I was a size 6 and like 115 lbs. If I have a daughter, I will do everything in my power to help her love her body. Damned media having everyone thinking you have to be a size 0 to look good.
Just filled out the online form at Salle Auriol asking to sign up for the September beginner class! Whee!
Which means that in September I'll have something going on three weeknights in a row, which is not a workable schedule long-term with the parenting and marriage and the writing that's essentially a part-time job. But if I stick with fencing, I'll probably cut my choir commitment back to just the Advent and Lent/Easter choirs, at least till I've been through all the basic classes and can have a more flexible fencing schedule.
Someone tell me not to read Salon letters.
Trudy, we've been telling you and JZ that for yonks. But, do you listen? No.
WindSparrow, I'm coming over to sit with you, because you said pretty much everything I think every single day. Everybody doesn't need to pat my hair or anything, I just think it's important to know that you're not the only one. (It makes it a little easier for me, somehow, thinking that I'm not the only one.)
I think we've gotta work on transplanting consciousness, because I'm so over this body and would like a new one.