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I do not want to go to work. Weekends are too damned short. Especially when we have two soccer games instead of the usual one, and Meredith insists we MUST go to the mall to find shoes to go with the outfit she wants to wear Monday (then doesn't actually wear). Grr.
I've decided that I like Richard less and less as time goes on and must now work up the energy/courage to break things off. At least I can honestly say I am busy next weekend. James has asked me to go to the movies on Saturday. Richard spends Sundays with his daughter, so I don't have to worry about that day.
Meredith's game next weekend is at 9:00 Sunday in bloody Maryland. Since she has to be there at 8:15, I'll be leaving home shortly after 6:00 to get her there in time. Bah.
Gripe gripe gripety gripe.
I've also decided that I need to exercise. I decided that before, but I'm planning to actually do it this time. I'm tired of my knees and feet hurting. I'm tired of being this fat. A little pudge is ok, but I'm not pudgy. I'm fat. I need to lose about 100 lbs. in total, but my first goal is to get back down to a weight that starts with a 1. The fact that Mer's not-quite-an-uncle Steve's mom died this weekend from illness related to her obesity probably has something to do with this re-determination.
I've decided that I like Richard less and less as time goes on and must now work up the energy/courage to break things off. At least I can honestly say I am busy next weekend. James has asked me to go to the movies on Saturday. Richard spends Sundays with his daughter, so I don't have to worry about that day.
Meredith's game next weekend is at 9:00 Sunday in bloody Maryland. Since she has to be there at 8:15, I'll be leaving home shortly after 6:00 to get her there in time. Bah.
Gripe gripe gripety gripe.
I've also decided that I need to exercise. I decided that before, but I'm planning to actually do it this time. I'm tired of my knees and feet hurting. I'm tired of being this fat. A little pudge is ok, but I'm not pudgy. I'm fat. I need to lose about 100 lbs. in total, but my first goal is to get back down to a weight that starts with a 1. The fact that Mer's not-quite-an-uncle Steve's mom died this weekend from illness related to her obesity probably has something to do with this re-determination.
