And not like in the past for only a little while before trying to make it work for us. I'm pretty sure it's for good this time. So much for my little happy mental picture of good holidays with my family. I'm just going to cross my fingers and hope my bitch of a grandmother doesn't decide to cancel Thanksgiving at the Drake Hotel.
Oh, I've been going to the Bally near the train station to lose this fucking weight already. I know people go "You're not fat." and "Love yourself." and what the fuck ever. But, I'm sick of my thighs rubbing together and creating inner thigh rips in my jeans, sick of obnoxious love handles and tired of a spare tire that pops out almost to my boobs whenever I sit down.
But, all is not too bad. I've got pumpkin pie in the oven.
I'll write more when I've finished more of my artwork.