Last night I signed up for Weight Watchers. Honestly, telling you people is more nerve-wracking than enrolling. I don’t have to tell anyone, of course, but…somehow I think I’ll need a cheering section one of these days.
Rah. Rah. Rah. 😛
Also, if you see me at Starbucks, poke me in the ribs and remind me “no whip”.
Anyway, it’s not that I want to be “skinny”, it’s that I need guidance, a lot of guidance, with food. I like to cook with butter and heavy cream and salt and … I need to know how much is okay and how much is “are you really going to eat that?!”. I tend to over- or under- eat in fits and starts, never finding the right balance.
A few years ago, I went through a bout of anorexia. My hair started to fall out and I was cranky and a terrible wife, mother, person. There are days now when I “forget” to eat…I can’t risk doing that in an effort to be healthy. I recognize that I need help with this.
“hi, my name is yerttle, and I don’t always do right by myself.”
I’d like to thank Dacia for not having me arrested as a stalker, and instead talking me through my jitters. You rock, Dacia! 😀 Also, Toy texted and texted and texted with me last night, so here’s hoping her thumbs aren’t swollen today. Love you, Toy!
Also of note: I am finally, finally, finally after years of writing short stories going to send one in for submission to a publisher. (Minda: it’s the one you read at FSH, only I cleaned it up and took out the annoying 1st person accent.) it may not go anywhere, but The Hubby has been after me for 12 years to send something in. …here goes! 🙂
I guess that’s it for today. I suppose that’s enough, right? 🙂 Pray for healing in Joplin and everywhere, cherish your loved ones and have a happy Saturday, dear reader.
…I’ve never been good at math. I wonder how many points this is…