"I can't wait..." has become my new catchphrase. I say it out loud, but I say it more to myself. I'm becoming a little obsessed with Future Me.
During mealtimes, I say to myself "I can't wait until my stomach is small enough that I can't use it as a table."
Looking in the mirror after a shower, "I can't wait until my tummy is smaller than my boobs."
Putting on a low cut shirt, "I can't wait until I drop from a C cup to a B cup again. I look like a fat hooker. There is no chance of 'perky' with a C cup."
Looking into my closet: "I can't wait until I fit into....any of these, really."
I just realized I need fat clothes for my first day of work in April. Maybe I'll get some money for that from family...for my 30th birthday.
Sigh. Is it the future yet?
Friday, March 04, 2011
It may look like I'm doing nothing, but I'm actively waiting for my problems to go away.
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I hear you! I'm in this space of 'okay, i'm tired of this problem being my problem. i'm moving on, so what's next?'
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