Until I Can Get it All Out
End of Year Meme from Badger's blog
Post the first sentence of the first post for every month this year.
January:
When I accepted the idea that this relationship could work as a poly one, I knew I was in for a long hard haul, but I was blinded by how long and how hard it would turn out to be.
February:
In no particular order this week,
I jumped on the scale for the first time in 3 months, was shocked that I hadn't gained but maybe 2 ounces, and resolved to return to a more healthy way of eating so I can hit my magic happy weight number in the next four months (that's 12 pounds and 8 ounces away).
March:
I bought my first crushed velvet blazer today at Goodwill for $2.50.
April:
Someone I know does not have a good relationship with one of his/her parents.
(from the new blog) 20 years ago I . . .
was the fattest fourth grader in my class at Lakeview Elementary.
May:
(like the stereotypical woman who always changes her mind) I kinda miss this blog.
(from the new blog) Last night's dream was brought to me by my subconscious just one day after I made the declaration that I was not suffering from reoccurring or symbolic dreams as of lately.
June:
I thought if there's anything in the world I could write about, is what life is like as a Fat girl who needs sex like she needs water but who couldn't get a sip to save her life.
July:
So I'm lonely, cranky, depressed, and at my wits end.
August:
Q:How Do You Know.... When You've Found The Absolute Wrong Person To Marry?
September:
So anyone who has spoken to me in the last three months knows that since starting to date Mr. Big, I have had some very rocky moments.
October:
I figured out that I have pnigophobia.
November:
Saturday was the first day I finally felt the Christmas spirit move me.
(too bad that was November 6th!)
December:
Here's what I feel like today: I had a Stoffer's stuffed pepper frozen meal & almost an entire box of Ferrero Rocher candies for dinner and the scale said 189.8 this morning.
I'm in a really bad mood tonight, with 79 minutes to go until 2007. I have an enormous post about this year that I've been working on but I fear that if I were to finish it tonight, it would only sink me further into depression. So it's going to wait for now.
Post the first sentence of the first post for every month this year.
January:
When I accepted the idea that this relationship could work as a poly one, I knew I was in for a long hard haul, but I was blinded by how long and how hard it would turn out to be.
February:
In no particular order this week,
I jumped on the scale for the first time in 3 months, was shocked that I hadn't gained but maybe 2 ounces, and resolved to return to a more healthy way of eating so I can hit my magic happy weight number in the next four months (that's 12 pounds and 8 ounces away).
March:
I bought my first crushed velvet blazer today at Goodwill for $2.50.
April:
Someone I know does not have a good relationship with one of his/her parents.
(from the new blog) 20 years ago I . . .
was the fattest fourth grader in my class at Lakeview Elementary.
May:
(like the stereotypical woman who always changes her mind) I kinda miss this blog.
(from the new blog) Last night's dream was brought to me by my subconscious just one day after I made the declaration that I was not suffering from reoccurring or symbolic dreams as of lately.
June:
I thought if there's anything in the world I could write about, is what life is like as a Fat girl who needs sex like she needs water but who couldn't get a sip to save her life.
July:
So I'm lonely, cranky, depressed, and at my wits end.
August:
Q:How Do You Know.... When You've Found The Absolute Wrong Person To Marry?
September:
So anyone who has spoken to me in the last three months knows that since starting to date Mr. Big, I have had some very rocky moments.
October:
I figured out that I have pnigophobia.
November:
Saturday was the first day I finally felt the Christmas spirit move me.
(too bad that was November 6th!)
December:
Here's what I feel like today: I had a Stoffer's stuffed pepper frozen meal & almost an entire box of Ferrero Rocher candies for dinner and the scale said 189.8 this morning.
I'm in a really bad mood tonight, with 79 minutes to go until 2007. I have an enormous post about this year that I've been working on but I fear that if I were to finish it tonight, it would only sink me further into depression. So it's going to wait for now.
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