Ain’t nothing happening. Boring. Boring. Boring.
And I hate to be bored. I get into all sorts of trouble when bored.
Yesterday I was in a grand funk.
And then while working on the psych ward, an old, toothless, psychotic woman who believes she is the queen and requests people bow down to her and ask her permission to to talk , called me the ‘blonde, pretty, kind of chubby woman’.
|except she doesn’t have teeth.|
Okay. I can handle it. I’m chubby. I am emotional eater and I had no emotional support for 14 years. Then I started Zoloft and my metabolism stopped. Just stopped. Now I have to work it off. And that shit ain’t fun. Plus I have a secret fear. When I lose weight I am going to look older. Fat fills in wrinkles y’all.
Yesterday I saw this on FB
I spent time reading the comments because I was sick to death of the CFA crap.
There was a significant amount of people who reported how unhealthy the Dove models are.
I thought they looked great! They look like real women to me. Women who eat sometimes. Mothers even. They look like my friends look. So if you know me in real life, sorry. Don’t be offended. They don’t look hungry. Hungry people aren’t happy in my opinion.
I’m hungry because now I’m dieting. I could eat a bacon cheeseburger right now. But I will have a low cal protein shake instead.
I blame Stanley.