So when you buy a defective item from a store, it’s pretty easy to just return it, right? But when it’s your BRAIN that’s defective, who do you see about getting an exchange or your money back?
Because I am absolutely convinced that I am totally and completely defective.
I’m pretty smart. I have a Master’s Degree and had a 3.9 something GPA in my Master’s program.
But I’m such a fucking idiot!
Tis the time of year to start wearing my cold weather clothing. Friday I went to put on pants that were LOOSE last year and they came nowhere NEAR fitting me. Neither did the next pair I tried on. So my week ended by me driving to work crying. Crying at my pathetic lack of control and inability to get my shit together.
And so I did what any sane, reasonable and logical person would do – I handled being too fat by eating everything in sight.
By Saturday I was in utter despair.
DESPAIR!
What the fuck is wrong with me?? You would think that the fact that I was successful in weight lost before would give me at least a TINY FUCKING BIT of self-control. But apparently I was overtaken by an alien for a couple years who has now abandoned me.
The one bright spot is that I got my ass out the door and ran today. And it was probably the best run I’ve had in MONTHS. I felt strong and happy. 6.2 miles. Slow miles, but miles nonetheless…
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