Anyone get the number of that wagon?

The one I fell off of... and then was run over by.

Oh dear.

Weight: regained

Size 8s: back in the closet

Self-esteem: took a big hit!

Ah well.

I had to give up the raw veganism for now. My food budget just couldn't handle the cost of all that fresh produce. Someday I will have my own garden. Or I will die from eating so much processed chemical laden poison.

So it seems that my brain decided if I can't eat raw fruits and veggies, then I should eat pure crap. And that's pretty much been my "diet" ever since. I think my wiring short circuited a few years ago and some crap-ass unlicensed electrician got in there and permanently rewired things NOT UP TO CODE!!

That is to say: I have issues.

I am fully aware of this.

That is the first step.

Unfortunately, the next step is usually inside a Jack in the Box.

Oh, and how is the exercise going , you ask?

Damn nosey, internet! How do you THINK the exercise is going?

If you answered "not at all" you would be correct. And I would karate chop you in the throat.

Judgemental bitch! Back off!

Someday I will get my shit together.

And that will be the first sign of the apocalypse.

Yippee-kiyay Mother { censored in case my mother ever reads this! }