I have recently determined that I live in denial, and think that I am going to get up in the morning and get my kids dressed and go to the gym. The truth is, I’m not. Because it is COLD outside, and also because I don’t like mornings. But mostly because it is cold. Like 20 degrees.
on fat and friendship
In Texas, when we teach our little kids about hell, we tell them it’s a cold place. A cold, snowy place. Keeps ’em right.
So my decision is, to stay here, in my fairly warm house, and eat stuff, and then when it gets warm outside, to go and get skinny then. We’ll see how it goes.
So, no exercise. I have however, begun to make new friends. Or at least meet people. I went to a Pampered Chef party and a mom’s group, both where I only knew one person of the group. You’d think I’d be a social butterfly and a party animal and all that, and I am. But only when it’s people I already know, that already like me.
New people worry me a little. Especially, and primarily, women. Especially women around here, with the beauty and the scarves and the hair. I always feel awkward, with my sweater I bought at the thrift store and my awkwardness. So I tend to hang around the corners, and eat stuff and listen in on their conversations. (similar to a creeper) Then I laugh with them, and then they notice me standing there and kinda angle toward me, and then after a while, I can say, “You know what I like? Cream cheese.” and there you go.
Friendship is hard. And then, there are certain people that I hit it off with, and we’re friends. The end. Maybe we never see each other, because of my fondness for my own couch, but we like each other, and it’s easy like that. Still, I see leaving the couch as inevitable if I do not want to be on Oprah via Skype, 700 pounds and ordering porcelain Chihuahuas in bulk from the internet.
Hey! I need to update my adoption of the week- I will put a new one up tomorrow- but in the meantime, I have set up my own little fundraising widget over yonder if Obama’s been good to you and you want to share the wealth.