Okay, so I'm feeling a bit sluggish. I should be doing my homework that's due tomorrow. I should do the dishes that are sitting in the sink. I really should fold the laundry that's cooling and wrinkling in the dryer. Sadly, or happily depending on how you look at it, I'm not doing anything I should be doing.
Instead I'm here with you, my good, dear friends.
You don't care that I have a price presentation to completely memorize by tomorrow. You would like right past those dishes in the kitchen and you wouldn't even peak in the dryer to see what's lying there. You're just that kind of friend.
It's just been a long day. I got up at 5:30 because my physical therapy appointment was at 7:00. However, at 6:10 they called to cancel because my PT was ill. Beloved doesn't work on Monday's so he's asleep. Master W is asleep. Miss C, of course, is still asleep. But I'm wide, flippin', awake.
I also had class today, which I was looking forward to until I realized that today was the day that we practiced measuring. Guess who got to be the fatty, er, I mean, the model? Yours truly. I made it in to a big joke, really. I kept telling one girl to stop touching my butt and that I wasn't really her type. We were all rolling with laughter, but inside, inside I hated it.
Have I shared with you how I despise my body? Hate.It. Yes, thank you, I do remember that I am wearing two sizes smaller than I was wearing a few months ago. I know. I know.
Prepare for a big, long whine here:
It's taking soooo long. Why is it taking so long?
I've been at this since the end of April. My buddy has lost like thirty pounds. Seriously, thirty pounds. My body just loves my fat. Because my test results came back NORMAL. No thyroid problems, no diabetes, nada.
That being said, I should be skinny or at least skinnier.
The only thing I can think of is the incredibly small does of steroid inhaler I've been taking to control my asthma. It's got to be that. Last night was the last time I took the inhaler. I'm not taking it again.
(Should I expire before my next blog entry, please send money instead of flowers. We've got kids to put through college)
Still, I should be doing all sorts of things instead of whining about this. But as luck would have it one of my blog addictions just started writing a runners blog for the San Antonio Express Blog. I should be doing a lot of other things, but I think I click over to Rock and Roll San Antonio and read Patty's new blog. She's always good for a laugh!
Won't you join me?