I feel like I'm gaining. Yuck. I've been eating poorly and not getting as much exercise as I was. Blech. I refuse to weigh myself, though, because I don't want to fall back into that pattern of behavior. I almost feel like if people wouldn't point out my weight loss, I wouldn't feel bad right now. I don't look any different, and my measurements are the same. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH!
I'm supposed to be liberated and transcendent. Why am I so obsessed with immanent CRAP? GAH! Here's my existential angst.
Edit: I'm still the same measurements. I think I just get this way when my tummy is too full. Gar. I hate patriarchy.
No more classes, just exams week. Yay. Gotta write this damned paper.
I'm fucking tired.
I'm supposed to be liberated and transcendent. Why am I so obsessed with immanent CRAP? GAH! Here's my existential angst.
Edit: I'm still the same measurements. I think I just get this way when my tummy is too full. Gar. I hate patriarchy.
No more classes, just exams week. Yay. Gotta write this damned paper.
I'm fucking tired.
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I'm going to be addressing MY weight issues in an upcoming journal.
A place?
Really??
Did you get it in ink?