My ex boyfriend just said I looked a little emaciated…I can’t tell whether to take it as a compliment or…nah, it’s a compliment :-)
Surprisingly, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show actually made me feel kinda good about my body :-)
My roommate: Is freakin messy. Super lazy. Inconsiderate. Leaves her gross dishes in the sink for days. Hogs MY tv. Fries food 3 times a night. Needs to go to the gym…or at least go for a walk…or at least move a little. Is loud. Is ghetto. Did I mention that she’s a damn mess. Needs to not wear daisy dukes and crop tops…it’s NOT okay. I could go on and on...
Confirmed: My psychiatrist and dietitian are idiots….I know how to saute garlic, thank you very much.
Is it bad that I’m already panicking about Thanksgiving? Breath. Recovery challenge: I can do this.