Im too sexy for your party, no way Im disco dancing
November 2nd 2006 02:06
Im failing. I havent followed the diet, gone for a walk, or attended a ww meeting in over a month. Im destined to die fat.
That was my inner skinny person hyperventillating that she will never have her time in the sun because her host body (the part the skinny girl is encased in) is failing her. However, what the skinny person is failing to see is, that, I havent forgotten, I just havent had the chance to push through my current barriers. Theres a lot to be said for the fact that I can not only distinguish that there is a barrier, but that there is also a need for me to reassess where Im at so I can get back onto the success track...and I will make it! I refuse to lay down and take it!
In other areas of my life... work is getting out of hand. Im now outta bed before the sun and the rooster in the neighbours yard... that lucky little feathery shit gets an extra 30 minutes sleep then I do. I now have a different office to commute to, and its wearing me thin. Hence the lack of commitment to my other lives. However, I will find a way to make the two connect on an even keel.
Never again will I laugh at someone who has to commute for work.... cos now, Im not only commuting, Im practically the poster girl for road rage. Maybe screaming at ignorant drivers and lopping lorries will prove to be a form of exercise.... time will tell
That was my inner skinny person hyperventillating that she will never have her time in the sun because her host body (the part the skinny girl is encased in) is failing her. However, what the skinny person is failing to see is, that, I havent forgotten, I just havent had the chance to push through my current barriers. Theres a lot to be said for the fact that I can not only distinguish that there is a barrier, but that there is also a need for me to reassess where Im at so I can get back onto the success track...and I will make it! I refuse to lay down and take it!
In other areas of my life... work is getting out of hand. Im now outta bed before the sun and the rooster in the neighbours yard... that lucky little feathery shit gets an extra 30 minutes sleep then I do. I now have a different office to commute to, and its wearing me thin. Hence the lack of commitment to my other lives. However, I will find a way to make the two connect on an even keel.
Never again will I laugh at someone who has to commute for work.... cos now, Im not only commuting, Im practically the poster girl for road rage. Maybe screaming at ignorant drivers and lopping lorries will prove to be a form of exercise.... time will tell
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