So I didn't manage to do the treadmill last night. One of our little residents had knee surgery last tuesday so mom and I drove out to Blue Springs to visit. We stopped at Culvers on the way and I had a chicken sandwich... heedless to say after all the grease running didn't sound like a good idea.
So mom was asking how some of my friends were doing, and I told her I hadn't heard from any of them in awhile, and she quipped back with "Have *you* caaaaalled them?" which irked me for some reason, and I snapped back with "*No* I haven't caaaaalled them."
I don't know, I just don't like going out and actually being around people right now.
I'm not going to blame that on my weight, because my dad's a bit of a home-body too so maybe I get that from him... but at the same time when I get dressed in the morning and have to add more clothes to the "Does Not Fit" pile.. I can't help but think that maybe my size *does* have something to do with my lack of desire to keep in contact with people.
I don't want them to see how badly I've failed? How greatly I've slipped? How much I let myself go?
PITY PARTY AT MY HOUSE BRING CHOCOLATE!
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