ugh... food makes me sick
So I ate an entire medium pizza by myself... ew. I feel so disguisting. I feel like the grease from the pizza is on my face. And that on the cusp of Thanksgiving pigness. Ick! Ick! Ick! If I wasn't completely against eating disorders, discoloring my teeth, and burning the lining of my esophogus i'd just throw up.
Nothing to it but to throw myself into the gym again. I just feel like i'm going to have to chance my diet once again. Annoying. I have to get back into my salad a day though if it kills me. And no more skipping going to the gym. I don't care how tired I am; fat doesn't sleep. Its all about keeping my eyes on the prize... spring break in South Beach. I am so ready for this. Hell... I DESERVE this.
The break was nice, even if I didn't get to sleep as much as I wanted. I got to see my family, eat (way too much), and see Loretta. We went to see the new Harry Potter movie. Most excellent, just a bit sad. But I knew the ending so I have no reason to complain. Unfortunately Loretta left her pocketbook in the theater and someone stole it before she could go back to look. So she was feeling very down about that. Well thankfully she got her phone turned off and put a hold on her credit cards. Poor thing.
Ew. I need to get my life together. I have been letting myself go. I need a shower, I need to arch my eyebrows, do my nails, and do something with my hair. Its so very hard being me. I also need to call the credit card company, get quotes for hotels for spring break, finish my med school secondaries, etc. I feel all grown up with all this responsibility. I also need to see about stalking down Mr. Price and forcing him to redeem some friendship tokens with me. And all this to be completed in less than three weeks before I head back home for the break. Oh yes its definately hard being me.
posted by Perfection1Day @ 6:17 PM
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