I am on twitter. I love it. Love, love, love it. Like I need another networking outlet (time waster) but I love the one sentence, in the moment updating. Which is a much better time waster than old episodes of Will & Grace. And cruising LL Bean, filling my cart and emptying it.
And that? Sums up my day. Nothing new, nothing interesting. Certainly nothing entertaining. Except that I finished Such a Pretty Fat for the third time. At the same time that I finished a (giant) bag of peanut butter M&Ms. I thought that was kind of funny. Here’s my justification: when I exercise, I get to eat what I want. When I don’t exercise, I watch it. I feel better but I don’t feel bad about myself. And I’m not about to go diet hopping. It’s not good for me. Or anyone around me. I don’t like who I am when I am obsessed.
Kind of like my quick (and over) obession for dating/man attention/heavy petting. It’s gone. Completely waned as February went on and on. (And is still going, last I checked. I’m glad it’s the shortest month because it is quite possibly the worst.) But I didn’t like who I was when I was so very into it.
Can I say that about myself? Can I say that I don’t like myself sometimes?