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.