Yep, that is Wookie, from this past Christmas. Stacey and her hubby were helping me get my new tv to my place and setup. Once we did that, we started taking funny pictures and this picture kind of describes my mood right about now. Pissy.
I am tired of the rain, my hair being all kinds of crazy, feeling utterly unattractive and well, pissy because the boy is well, missing from everything. I have my good days and I have my bad days. That t-shirt that I am wearing in the picture? Ole Miss, the boy’s shirt that I acquired after spending the night one night and leaving with it still on. I sleep in it every night. I love that shirt and maybe it is partially because the boy never complained that I took it and would wear it more than anything else. It is big, comfy and some nights, it just helps me. How? I have no idea but I like it and will continue to wear that thing.
Notice the chins??? Yep, that was probably at my biggest this go around. I have gotten rid of several of them and my face has slimmed down. I have hit a plateau in the weight loss battle. I can still say that this is because I had surgery and getting back into the grove was a bit more daunting than I had thought it would be. I am thankful that I didn’t gain weight back. That is a blessing because I was convinced I would balloon right back up since I was out of it for a solid month.
Since the weather is all over the place and when I feel the urge to walk it is normally raining, I have yet to exercise. After my little accident last week of picking up, carrying around boxes that were way too heavy, I have backed off the whole I can do it all, I don’t need your help mentality.
But my mood. . .I really have to snap out of this. I have found myself falling apart at the seams and it is driving me crazy. I just want to be happy. I just want to talk it out with the boy but it is apparent that talking about it is never going to happen. How sucky is that?
I vented way too much to Sonia Sunday. I had just had it, over it, couldn’t deal with one more crappy thing happening to me. And it just keeps coming, just like this rain that I really don’t think will ever go away.