I've been trying to pretend I'm 329.0 I haven't been that since I started starving myself (gastric bypass diet without the surgery. Don't talk about it. I want to forget it.) I "accidently" forgot I don't do diets anymore. They lead to heartache.
Anyway, I just weighed myself and my real weight is 338. I'll take it. It's not in the 20s anymore, but its still not 340.0.
As for the rest of my life. I have a lot to be depressed about. Mainly I don't have a kitchen, period. There is no fridge, no counter top, no table, no stove, no microwave. You get the idea. I'm trying to stay upbeat. Hey at least I got my tree up right? At least I haven't thrown up any water I've drank today. There is no date for the kitchen to be even remotely fixed so until then we have to run upstairs and eat. I'm not happy. The is no insulation. Porter has gotten sick from the breeze in our living room. The furnace almost blew the house up along with my son and I. Its now replaced and it only cost me 500.00...It shouldn't have passed inspection. We have a fireplace but it needs to be clean. Everything has been maxed out so for Christmas I have 3.00 to my name. (Please don't think this is a shot for pitty or money. It's not. I'm purely venting.) On an up side Porter's first Christmas tree is up and is prettier then I had hoped. This is my (own) first tree as well. I decided to go red and gold.
For lunch I had 4 pieces of pizza and 7 white chocolate chip cookies *Mother's* brand. It was good, but I knew it was bad. I don't even have a freaking can opener.
Okay I'm going now. There is laundry to do, decorations to finish, bottles to wash and tears that need to be shed.