It's pouring hard at the tennis club across the street. On my side of the road, it's not raining at all. Very weird!
Loathing:
Shin Splints- That's what running does for ya. I've been doing a C25K program for a little over a week now. I finally bought some proper running shoes yesterday though so I think that's going to make a HUGE difference.
People who stare. I just colored my hair with Feria's Chocolate Cherry Hair color. It's a VERY bright red/purple/blackish color. Especially in the sun. I freaking LOVE it. Other people...not so much. Let's see what they think when I get my tattoo and my nose pierced in September..HA!!
The fact that there is still at least 5 more weeks until school starts. This summer has seemed LONG.
Loving:
My new body that is being unveiled a little more every day. I'm REALLY starting to LOVE what I'm seeing. (Bart is too.. ;-) )
My brand new Nike Shox Navina+2 Running Shoes. These are by far the MOST EXPENSIVE shoes I have ever purchased...AND the most divine on my feet.
My new Hair. Yes the blackish, reddish, purple look really suits me. I've always been a bit of a freak. It's not like I have to go get a job or anything...LOL. You can't really see the purple in the pic because the sun wasn't shining on it enough but trust me it's there..and it's AWESOME!!
My new Treo 800W- There isnt much this phone can't do. It's a damn sexy phone.
A truck races down Perkinsville Rd in the 2007 Prescott Rally. Taken October 6th, 2007. The 21st Annual Prescott Rally will be held October 3-4, 2008.
I'm tired all the time. I wake up tired and I go to bed exhausted. I fight to stay awake at my job in the afternoons and if I ever sit on the couch for more than fifteen minutes I find myself dozing off.
I eat semi-healthy.
I take daily vitamins and supplements.
I average eight hours a sleep a night.
Caffeine is kept to a minimum (one cup flavored coffee and maybe one soda a day).
And I'm still tired. On weekends if there isn't a reason to get up in the morning I find myself sleeping until 10 or even noon. Even on days I sleep until noon I go to bed at 10 and fall asleep right away.
It seems that the more time passes the more tired I get and I have no energy.
I have trouble concentrating and staying on task.
I am so easily distracted.
I lose my train of thought.
I am easily irritated.
This has been building all summer and I'm just tired of being tired.
And I know there was more I wanted to share in this post but I've forgotten what it was.
~sigh~
Not sure why, but i really enjoy this stuff.
Off to read and sleep. Nite Nite Peace & love Georgia & Annie
And how do I know this?
I know this because I have an overwhelming compulsion to go to the concert looking like crap. Seriously.
I already changed out of one semi-crappy shirt into a totally-crappy tshirt that I picked out this morning (which, as a bonus, shows my tummy pooching out over my jeans).
I've worn my hair in a bun all day so now it's mostly, but not quite, flat. Kinda "flat in all the wrong places & freaking out on the ends" - not my most flattering look (yet a frequent one). My choices are to put my hair back up, which doesn't look good (fat body & tiny head), or to leave it down & crazy, which also doesn't look good.
I could change back into the semi-crap top but I'm oddly determined to stay in the tshirt. Some kind of need to be anti-dressed-decently.
So, considering that I look my (nearly) worst possible, I know I'm destined to run into a dream boat. Someone who should be my **perfect match** romantically but who won't give me a 2nd look (at least, not a positive one) cause I look so ridiculously broke ass crappy.
But I'm willing to bet the concert will still be great. So I'm leaving for it now.
If you have arthritis and need pain killers, you can refill your prescription by email.
If you need heart medication or anti depressants you can do the same.
But by god, if you just want to fuck for fun and not get pregnant - you must be punished!! No matter how long you've been on the pill or on the same prescription, the only way you can get a refill is by going down to the family clinic and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...
It's not as bad as going to a Planned Parenthood where you could end up being there for 4 hours- but you still have to wait a long time. But worst than the waiting, you have to put up with the other people who go to these clinics.
The trashy teenagers who need to travel in packs to get their pills. The nasty couples who are all over each other who want you to know just how badly they need that bag of free condoms, and the teenage mothers who, yet again, need to bring a posse with them to wait. It's just depressing.
I actually had a woman in there last time yelling at the staff that they didn't give her enough free condoms in her bag,
"Hello!! Can you fill this bag up! I tell ya! You people really skimp on these and never give me enough. It's your fault I have 8 kids!!!!"
I swear to god.
So today, I go. I wait. I wait. I get called into a room.
I step on an ancient looking scale, fully clothed and with my shoes on.
I go sit in a room where the lady pulls up a screen on a computer and says, "So last time you were on this....OK, six more months...OK."
She takes my blood pressure and says that it's good. And then she looks at me and says,
"Your weight is over the top. You should try to lose the weight any way you can."
And then I couldn't speak. I quietly took my prescription and zombied my way out of the clinic.
MY WEIGHT IS OVER THE TOP!?!?!!
Had I been living in a world where when I thought I was a bit heavier and a bit curivier than I had ever been before when I was actually dangerously over weight and unhealthy?!
Are the UK size 12 jeans I wear actually plus sized jeans and I just didn't notice?
Perhaps it was somebody else going to the gym at least twice a week since April.
Maybe it's some other girl that's been eating fucking vegetable soup and god damn Special K snack bars every day for the past two weeks.
Maybe that girl doing push-ups each morning and sit-ups before she goes to bed is just a figment of my unhealthy, lard-filled, fatty McFat-fat imagination.
WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!?!?!
How unbelievably, retardedly irresponsible of her!
Do you want to know how much information she had on me?
My weight. What birth control medication I've been on. My blood pressure.
THAT IS ALL.
She didn't have my chart, she didn't know how tall I was, my BMI, what my diet was like, if I exercise at all, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING.
She didn't know if I had an eating disorder or not!What if I was bulimic and she just flippantly said that my weight was "over the top" and that I should "lose it anyway I can".
How about binging and purging, does that sound like a good idea to you, you fucking idiot!!!!????
I'm sorry, but from what I've learned about body image and health, WEIGHT doesn't not equal HEALTH.
You DO NOT tell a young woman that she has a weight problem without knowing ANYTHING about her! Especialy if you're a fucking NURSE.
So, FUCK YOU nurse lady.
I don't have a god damn weight problem. I'm curvy. I weigh more that other girls my height because I have a different body type than they do. (OK and I like to eat pizza.)
I've been trying really hard to eat better lately. I've been trying to lose weight before I go back to California in September. I exercise. I take vitamins every single day. I drink a lot of water. And I don't drink as much as I used to, and I've really cut back on junk food.
I am healthy. So, if being curvy and healthy makes me fat, than you can kiss my fat ass, lady.
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