After everyone else in the world, I finally got this fucking respiratory infection that's been running around the whole month. Husband caught it on his way back from Colorado (which of course was on the day Delta airlines fucked up, and needless to say he was flying Delta). Then we spent a couple days in the Swiss Alps, and 3 days in central Italy by the seaside (before the earthquake luckily) with fat friends.
On a side note, modesty on Italian beaches is unknown. I'm not criticizing (I would totally stay naked if that was acceptable, but even topless is totally unacceptable) but most girls (even fat ones) wear brazilians or string bikinis which are totally unflattering for most.
I did not gain, but I did not lose either.
On the sunny side, I'm back to being the white knight of the company at work (actually, I've even been enrolled for the stock option plan, which involves like 12 people out of 1800 - cute huh?).
Back o how I'm feeling - I've been at a different gym where mirrors are angled in such a way one gets a full view of one's back. I almost burst in tears. I knew my tights are huge, but... well..
And so last night I dreamed for the millionth time the same old memory, the time when B (who fucked my life over 11 years ago) told me "you no longer have the hot body you had when we got together". (by the way when he told me that I was a good 710 pounds lighter than I am now)
Fuck off moon, since that mess
Since that unlucky night
How long has it been moon? It feels like being left outside
I wonder what happened to the skinny girl I was
and to that bastard I still want
How long has it been moon, since I lost it
I even buried my heart
What happened to me?
I bade myself farewell
How bad it feels being so lonely
In these nights of damned dreams
What happened to her,
What did we make of ourselves?
What happened to the Lord: did he also bid farewell to us
On a side note, modesty on Italian beaches is unknown. I'm not criticizing (I would totally stay naked if that was acceptable, but even topless is totally unacceptable) but most girls (even fat ones) wear brazilians or string bikinis which are totally unflattering for most.
I did not gain, but I did not lose either.
On the sunny side, I'm back to being the white knight of the company at work (actually, I've even been enrolled for the stock option plan, which involves like 12 people out of 1800 - cute huh?).
Back o how I'm feeling - I've been at a different gym where mirrors are angled in such a way one gets a full view of one's back. I almost burst in tears. I knew my tights are huge, but... well..
And so last night I dreamed for the millionth time the same old memory, the time when B (who fucked my life over 11 years ago) told me "you no longer have the hot body you had when we got together". (by the way when he told me that I was a good 710 pounds lighter than I am now)
Fuck off moon, since that mess
Since that unlucky night
How long has it been moon? It feels like being left outside
I wonder what happened to the skinny girl I was
and to that bastard I still want
How long has it been moon, since I lost it
I even buried my heart
What happened to me?
I bade myself farewell
How bad it feels being so lonely
In these nights of damned dreams
What happened to her,
What did we make of ourselves?
What happened to the Lord: did he also bid farewell to us
