andrea…

she’s got a new disguise…

July 19, 2008

there ain’t no point in moving on until you’ve got somewhere to go.

for the first time in my life, i actually have the motivation to go to the gym. i have lost about 12lbs in the past two months simply by altering my diet. the weight may be off, but i still have the stomach pudge. and i’d simply like my body to be tighter. plus, let’s face it, i may be slim, but i’m definitely out of shape. walking up a flight of stairs leaves me winded. this could also be attributed to the smoking, but the vegetative state i tend to live in doesn’t help much either.

the only downside to all of this is that none of my friggin clothes fit anymore. for most people, this would be a source of joy. but for a self-professed shopaholic, this is sad news. i have spent a lot of time (and money) getting my wardrobe to what it is. this weight loss is making an even bigger dent in my wallet because i need to buy new clothes that fit.

this dedication to the gym is nothing less than beneficial. but there’s other reasons i’m so into getting slim.

i feel like i have little control over the other aspects of my life as of late. my body seems to be the only thing i have control over anymore. that sounds an awful lot like something an anorexic would say. but fear not, i love food way too much to ever stop eating. or puke it back out for that matter.

i hate not knowing what’s going to happen next in my life. i used to go with the flow. now i want to know what happens next. the only thing i know for sure is that in a few short weeks, my weight is going to slip below 130. that’s phenomenal considering i haven’t been there since i was in about grade 10. but on the same token, it’s sort of depressing that the only thing i’m sure of anymore is my weight.

July 10, 2008

what are you hoping for?

changing the look yet again. have to work out some bugs still and tweak it all to my liking. definitely digging this one so far though. w00t.

July 3, 2008

stress levels elevated.

oh cold sores. you are the bane of my existence.

duke university may have found a cure for coldsores.

i’m willing to be a lab rat for this experiment. my lip is the size of texas. i’m also immune to the many other things which people use to speed up the process with these damn things. i did the rubbing alcohol tonite. that always seems to make them worse. maybe i should stop using it then! funny thing is, the drug they think will cure it is found in zovirax, a product which i have used many times over the years to no avail.

i would be that one in a million who this treatment doesn’t work for. story of my life.

herpes, you cramp my style.

*editor’s note: herpes simplex 1 (cold sores) is not the same as herpes simplex 2 (genital warts). i don’t have that kind of herpes. get your mind out of the gutter.

July 1, 2008

and so she fell.

again with the blogging. why we can’t communicate otherwise is beyond me.

just call me. get it over with. you know you want to talk. i don’t have a lot to say, but it seems that you do. and i’d like to hear what’s on your mind.

there is nothing to fear in contacting me. only good things can come of it. ignoring me is prime example of this cyclical redundancy you claim you want to avoid. break the cycle.

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