Journey
Taxes are sent. Papers I was waiting on came in and I finished it up in about 5 seconds. Now let’s hope all goes well and the money hits soon. Things are squeaking over here.
I’m so fat I can’t fit into any jeans. So I went in a pair of sweats to buy a pair of mom jeans – and they fit so nice and snug. Stretch demin. But not that kind. Not the pajama kind. The you-have-a -lot-of-jiggle kind. I’m so ashamed. Bitches were bought and paid for with my leftover walmart gift card moolah. Nasty jeans. Ugly as hell.
I gained half an aircraft carrier when I finally quit smoking. I KNOW the ugly ass jeans feeling. I have a whole rack of jeans in my closet that I love but couldn’t zip if my life depended on it.
I finally signed up with weight loss program to get some of this shit off and back to the gym and trainer on Tues. I can’t trust my bigass self, so I have to be accountable to someone else.The hell begins next week.
I know you are nowhere near the fatzone that I’m in, but I do know how much it can mess with ya. I also know you WILL take it off, You’ve done it before, you can do it again.
Wendy | January 31, 2013 | 11:41 pm