coming out of the closet

no, i'm not gay. i mean, i makeout with a chick here & there when i'm drunk, but that doesn't count :P

the other night i had THE most uncomfortable dinner with my parents.....ever. but i came out of the closet to dad about mr sunday.

the convo went something like this:

d: what are your plans tonight?
m: going to the driving range.
d: with who?
(mom beginning to smirk)
m: mr sunday
d: (mispronouncing) mr sumday?
m: no mr suNday
d: who's that?
m: my boyfriend.
d: hmm...that's a funny name
m: i guess so
d: where's he from?
m: india (although the smartass in me wanted to say the town we live in)
d: is he one of the ones people look at funny on an airplane?
m: no. he's pretty white & doesn't wear anything on his head.
d: oh. what's he do?
m: he's an accountant in hburg.
d: oh. what's he doing here?
m: taking the summer off. his parents live here.
d: hmmm.

and that's that. mr sunday is a little upset by dad's reaction. i was actually thrilled he didn't rip me a new asshole or throw me out of the house!

baby steps...
they're still steps, right?!
right.

kick 'em when they're down

aaannnddd for some added motivation.....

today the 2nd person, yes SECOND, in 3 weeks, yes THREE, asked if i'm knocked up.

fml.

it's time.

obviously.

past time.

some motivation please

sooooooooo with the way i've been eating & not working out i knew this day was coming.

i weighed myself tonight & saw a number i haven't seen since month 9 of each of my pregnancies.

200.

fuuuuuuuuck.

i like food. wait, i LOVE food. and i love all things that are bad for me!! i absolutely hate vegetables. if i could live on ice cream i'd be in heaven.

so, it's time.

time to do this for myself.
and my blondies.

feel free to leave some encouragement....
or call me a fatass! :)

i think a food journal may be in order, as well an exercise one.

tomorrow morning, 630am...i have a date...with the pavement :)