I might as well be standing in the line at Wal-Mart with a box of Super Overnight Xtra Absorbents because I am in the middle if having my usual MAN PERIOD. I am regular. Probably way to regular. On time every month, maybe more than once a month.
Now my current MAN PERIOD is over my weight. I am having an issue with my weight and it is really fucking pissing me off and that is making me not happy with myself. And T can tell something is wrong and that makes her think I am not happy. It also makes her not want to talk to me cause she knows I am going to be a sulky, sorry pain in the ass.
The problem is that I know what I need to do, but I am just too fucking lazy to do anything about it. I tell myself I am fat and need to lose weight but I go home and don't do shit about it. I don't get up early and do anything about it. I blame it on no street lights so I cant run at night or early in the morning, I have the treadmill but don't get my ass on it. So I keep making all the damn excuses and do nothing about it.
I have this guy I know 0007, who will probably comment on this and try to give me the good ol motivational speech but, I just have to fucking do something about it. I have got to lose some weight. I am just not happy with my body. Now T, she is happy, shit she doesn't care, she is the great wife that loves me for me. She is such a great wife that she has made me take salads for lunch, buys me fruit and yogurt for my smoothies I make at work, she is a positive force on me and the healthy part of me. But she is so sick and tired of me always talking about being fat and not doing shit about it.
Bottom line is that I have to talk myself into doing something about my self hating issues. Sitting on my ass at home is not helping. I know once I get going I can keep the routine up. I used to go to the gym early in the morning before work and that was awesome. I loved it. Made the day so much better. I used to go running every night. So I know I can do it, I just have to stop making excuses.
Besides I think T is tired of me using up bathroom cabinet space to store my tampons. Time to pull the string and take the pad out and make a difference. A difference that will make me feel better about myself.
KISS THE BABY.