Sista sLedge.r

I had a relaxing weekend. I’m still in fat mode. I just think I’m obese. My face looks fat to me, and if my face looks fat, the rest of my body is fat too. On Sunday I took homemade cookies to Baloo at work. He had me try on a pair of shorts. Even though they were my size, they were a bit tight. I’ve come to believe that climbing/hiking/outdoor clothes aren’t meant for black girl booties. Even though the shorts fit, I was in depression mode and I knew I had to do something about my weight. I’m hitting the gym for the month of May and limiting my calorie intake. I hope to be back down to my desired weight by the end of the month. I can’t take much more of this feeling fat. Of course, it probably also has something to do with the fact that I was PMSing last week. However, I don’t like excuses. And I think I should be able to fit into a size 4 whether I’m bloated or not.

I made Baloo go home for Mother’s day on Saturday since he was working on Sunday. For a person whose parent’s pretty much still fund his existence, I don’t know why I had to pull teeth for him to go home and visit his mother, but I did. And he went. And I got him to do what I wanted him to do. So in the end, I won.

Other than some shopping and yardwork, I went to the movies and finally saw Blades of Glory with our friend from down the street. It was highly entertaining and very funny. A great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Labels: baloo, weekend, weight