Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Bored to fatness!

When I was a kid I remember whining that I was "bored to death".  Well, apparently I am now bored to fat.

-36.  MINUS FUCKING 36 DEGREES!! That was the temperature yesterday morning.  And so - yippee fucking Skippy - we made the national news for being the coldest place on the country.

Don’t believe me?


I seriously am about to lose my mind.  We went to our small mall yesterday just to get out of the house but I feel totally and completely trapped.  And bored.  So fucking bored.  So I start to eat.  And eat and eat and eat.

I feel like I will never get back on track again.

And the dogs are going stir crazy from being trapped inside, too.  So then I feel guilty.  You can't exactly throw the ball around the house for 2 70+ pound dogs.  I feel like a terrible parent.  And so logically I must eat to relieve that anxiety, right?

I feel like I'm in this horrible soul sucking vortex and I just keep getting fatter and fatter - and I'm doing it TO MYSELF.  No one else can be blamed.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I asked myself last night.  I awoke today determined to change my attitude and get back on track.  And I got to work and someone had nicely placed a HUGE FUCKING VALENTINE'S COOKIE on my desk.

For real?