good morning, i guess. woke up to my mother hollering from the back door for me to clean the house. anyone else wake up to yelling? kind of puts a damper on my day. well, at least my mood. grump grump grumpy. down a pound though. my next little goal is meeting with a friend again to discuss counseling. last time i wore leggings under my jeans&hid my ribs under a hoodie. my hands looked fat, i remember. funny how something looks fine until it's all you see. like when a girl surrounds herself with less attractive friends. she looks great in comparison. but then they step away&she's about average. yes, i'm judgmental. if you didn't follow my old blog, you haven't learned what a bitch i am yet. but you'll get used to it. well, that or you'll leave. shoot, i'm rambling. hope it makes sense. (oh, &i will prolly never go to counseling. she wants me to see a christian counselor which means there are no real solutions, just "pray about it"&"god will get you through." hah.)
also, a friend texted me this morning about this blog wondering who it is. it's me. pinky promise. same zette you've loved or hated.
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you don't have to be much smaller to look better. but the smaller the better, right? stay strong today, lovelies.
xoxo
zette
p.s. my routine isn't perfect but it's safe&when it gets screwed up i am not a happy camper.
Grrr, I absolutely hate being woken up by anyone but myself. A gentle shake, yet alone obnoxious yelling, makes me a very cranky camper indeed.
ReplyDeleteAbout the counseling - I don't think God intended for it to be so easy. It's not like you can just put in requests and kick back waiting for change. A lot of Christians get caught up in that. "Oh, well I prayed about it... so now I'm justified in all my actions." Pfft.
I don't know. I just think He wants us to find our own answers. I stopped going to church many years ago, and my faith has never been stronger.
Glad to see you're back. I was worried for a while. I get what you mean about how things look good until you notice something out of place. Happens every time I get dressed.
ReplyDeleteAlso, good luck with the counseling- whether you decide to do it or not :)
Welcome back. I used to wake up to yelling &now when I'm at home I wake to singing. It's an odd transition.
ReplyDeleteI have just found your new blog tonight. I know I am just an anon follower (partly as I haven't worked out how to be anything else!) but I was really worried about you. So glad you're back. Now I can laugh at your wittiness (is that a word?) and you can continue to be my inspiration!
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