Douchey boyfriend and I have been getting along very well. Uncharacteristically so. This is good, we must’ve both grown tired of fighting for the last year. Moved in a year and a month ago after finding out I was pregnant. Been rocky, filled with yelling, crying, threats, walk-outs. I believe we both do love each other (and the sex can’t be beat). So, I’m very glad we are at a new level.
* Working on self motivation now, to make sure I get some writing AND reading in each day. And make friends. And watch good movies. And play with my son.
* lost a lot of weight. Finally happy with my body, mostly. Want to get a toned flatter stomach. Hope I can make time after the move. Thank you no beer no pot for the weight loss, plus more portion control.
* weird spending family holidays with non-vegetarians. “What can you eat?” I don’t eat animals. So, mostly everything. I eat and love to eat mostly everything. “Haha it’s not that you don’t wanna eat animals it’s that you hate vegetables and wanna devour them, amirite??” O yr very fun sir but no I love vegetables and want their soft crunched munched bolus to slide down my skinny little neck and land safely and securely in the acidic pool of my tum-tum.
Xo.
