The good and the bad in all things.
The Bad: I was late for work this morning because the alarm clock didn't go off.
The Good: The world did not end, California did not fall into the sea, I did not get fired. Life goes on as usual.
The Bad: I has a belly, and if I'm not careful, my favorite style of shirt (empire waist) very well may make me look pregnant.
The Good: I am utterly determined to make peace with said belly. In fact, I wish that somebody would ask me how far along I am, so I can tell them "Actually I'm just fat" with this smile of sheer confidence and self-acceptance on my face. Because I am fat. F.A.T. Not pudgy, not chunky, not husky, not "a few extra pounds", not voluptuous or Rubenesque. I'm fat, obese, in fact I'm 5'3 and 250 pounds and today I'm okay with that, regardless of what the rest of the exercise-obsessed Californian's may think. And get this folks, this'll blow your mind. I'm a CUTE fat chick! And as soon as I can find a photographer better than my roommate, I'm gonna put a picture online that shows more than my face, because it is not work hating on myself for something that isn't going to change overnight. If I lose weight? Totally awesome, but today I'm a fierce, adorable fat chick with an awesome mani/pedi, great hair, and awfully cute clothing. I do know that there are health benefits to losing weight, but I'm pretty damn healthy. My cholesterol is a mite high, which is funny because I don't eat eggs or red meat very often, however both of my grandparents have high cholesterol and studies show that it's mostly genetic. My blood pressure is low, my blood sugar is perfect, and all in all I probably eat a lot better than some people do, I avoid fast food whenever I can, as well as not eating red meat more than once or twice a month. I seriously nom fruit and veggies, I eat salads at least twice a week for lunch (low fat dressing, no cheese, no bacon, no egg thankyouverymuch), and I go low fat/no fat whenever the option is available. Also I drink water like crazy. Also I don't smoke or drink anything more than a glass of wine now and then. I take my vitamins, including calcium, and I stay away from fried food.
The Bad: I had another odd dream.
The Good: It wasn't a bad dream, even if it was an odd one. In it I did one thing I'm pretty sure I would have done in real life, and one thing I would have never done. I was dating a Professor in the dream, a man a good deal older than me, and I'm pretty sure I was under the age of consent. I very nearly did that when I was younger. At 16 I dated a guy who was 23, but he sort of freaked when he found out how old I was and put an end to that. Which really disappointed me, because I liked me a lot, and I liked him just fine. However, in said dream, I cheated on the guy with a girl who was infatuated with me and flying simulators. I would not cheat. I simply would not. I am a fiercely loyal person, if I had fallen out of love with somebody and fell in love with someone else, I would most certainly tell Person #1 that I wanted to break up before doing anything with Person #2. I just don't see any situation where cheating would be the answer, and don't give me that biology crap. I like sex just as much as the next person, maybe more, but I wouldn't cheat on somebody to get it. Nor would I "hook up" or have a "one-night stand" because with me sex is more cerebral than physical.
The Bad: My check this week will be short because I won't be working tomorrow.
The Good: Three day weekend!
