November 23rd, 2008
I woke up with that feeling… That feeling of “giving up”. I guess it all started yesterday when Mommie Dearest called. She always brings me down. I don’t want to go into the details, but what she said really depressed me. After the call, I headed out to watch Twilight for date night. My depression took over. Let’s add to the fact that I went to American Eagle to try on jeans and none of them fit right. I have skinny legs and a large waist so it’s tough to find jeans that fit right. If I buy a size 12, the waist fits just right, but the legs are too loose. It’s hard. Ended up eating some buncha crunch that the boyfriend bought at the concession stand. Fast forward to this morning. I felt like giving up.
I woke up and went about my morning as usual. I worked out and ate a nutritious breakfast. I could’ve bought crappy food and drowned my sorrows in a pint of Häagen-Dazs.
But I didn’t.