So for the fuck of it, I weighed myself after I got out of the shower around Monday. One hundred and thirty eight was the outcome. I am not pleased, in fact, I’m positively disgusted with myself. I hate my body, I really, really do. This is the cue for all you LJers to say stop whining and do something about it instead of bitching to the internet at large, right? Well, I am. I’ve decided that after the Fourth I’m not leaving my house until I’ve dropped at least ten pounds. I have the time... read more
