And now the plumbing (which had been backing up a bit when boyfriend decided to fuck with it on Thanksgiving, & has now gotten to the point that we can't run ANY water except in the bathtub) is utterly, utterly fucked. If I have to piss, I do it in the tub. If I have to do anything else, I have to walk to the gas station. Unfortunately it's raining balls.
Of course he hasn't transferred the title on the truck yet. Of course he hasn't renewed his goddamn tags. Of fucking course.
He said last night that he's becoming less attracted to me since I started losing weight. Guess how many fucks I give?
I weighed 255 pounds for fuck's sake. That's the most I've ever weighed without being pregnant. I had/have piss poor circulation, restless leg bullshit, a lot of difficulty getting up & down, pitiful self-image, & a varicose vein creeping along the back of my left knee. And even though I'm large-framed & carry my weight better than a lot of people (if I do say so myself) I was a goddamn whale. I'm now a smaller, more lithe whale. Maybe a Beluga.
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If me GETTING HEALTHIER is making you LESS attracted to me then A: You need to sort out your fucking priorities & B: This really never was ever going to work ever.
-sigh-
My trademark lunch has become a Spring Salmon Salad
- 3oz (about 2 handfuls) of Spring Mix Salad (I use Dole because it's actually cheaper than hellmart's version)
- 50ish (a bit over 1/3 cup) grams of Canned Alaskan Pink Salmon (less mercury than tuna)
- 4 tbsps of Kraft Lite Balsamic Anything Dressing
- Salt & Pepper to taste
Directions: Toss & eat.
It sounds effing atrocious, but I was surprised. Spring Salad has arugula in, which tastes bittery-peppery. I much prefer it to bland old iceberg. I was also very reluctant to just toss in canned meat of ANY sort, but after all morning with naught but a Slim Fast shake, 2 cups of green tea & 3 of water, I needed MEAT.
I do the Slim Fast bit for breakfast & dinner. I coast on green tea (I'm liking Lipton's White Mangosteen Peach) V8 & water. I munch on Frito Lay's Munchies Flaming Hot Peanuts. I give 0 fucks about what you think of my peanut consumption. Neither does the lil' dude on the packet.
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