good golly
well it’s Sunday night and I have to be honest -
I haven’t done SHIT for the past 4 days and I’m fortunate to have a Workman’s Comp neck appointment tomorrow morning for the MD visit (5 minutes tops) and the accupuncture dude.
I have been nothing but lethargic during this vacation time and honestly - something has got to give.
Now quite by accident last night I was washing my hands in the movie theater restroom when I looked up and noticed a very broad back in the mirror. I was taken by surprise when I realized that the lilac clad giant was none other than yours truly. Shit, that was way scarier than the stupid Paranormal movie that I went to see with a few pals.
My goodness I thought as I turned from right to left to take it all in.
Is that me?
Shit, that can’t be me. I don’t look this bad from the front.
Fuck, that’s me alright.
Damn ain’t she a biggun!
Fuck.
This is rather depressing.
I gave it once last look and sauntered out of the restroom.
I thought about it all the way home.
I thought about it today while I lay on my couch ALL DAY.
I’m thinking about it as I get ready to go to bed.
Fuck.
Something has got to be done about this.
I can’t believe I have the audacity to think that I wasn’t THAT bad.
Yikes.
Harsh.
VERY harsh.
Now a plan must be formulated.
That also fucking sucks.
Being fat sucks.
Those ‘moment of truth’ glimpses in the mirror are really rough … but can be profoundly motivating.
Hugs to you