Werkin out
3 sets of 15 elevated feet crunches
1 set of 20 elevated feet crunches ( wtf? )
18 pushups off the couch, feet on the couch actually
3 sets of 10 butt ups, made that name up
Tried to do broomstick side movers but side abs hurt like a mofo from yesterday…
If you look behind peoples eyes, you can see their pain. That person you see smiling, can be hiding sorrow so deep that they don’t even know it exists.
We all can heal if we look towards the stars…and breathe away the pain. All of us, I just know it.
I am warm again. I can still feel the dirt against my skin as I dig a hole to sleep in.
You shake, you shout - but somewhere you got swallowed by doubt.
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I think I’m in love.
- 1/2 cup cottage cheese (I used full 4% fat because the caloric difference is negligible but the taste is worth it. Also, fat is good for you. But fat free will work, too.)
- Trader Joe’s South African Smoke seasoning, to taste. Stir. Umami heaven!
It sounds a little weird, but I would serve it to guests as DESSERT and they would die, it’s so good. Do this! I’m telling you. (Tomorrow I’m going to try it with Greek yogurt, but I’ll probably spare you the details.)
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Drinking a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. Feels good.
I’m thinking of changing my last name to SUSHI.
Thanks to those who never loved me and to those who always have.
Trying to be nice to me is well, nice.
Only 6 more days until she moves out. Today she read my little girl a story and when her phone rang she jumped up mid story and left her sitting there on the floor…walking outside to talk.
My little one cried for over an hour about this. She feels my pain and I never wanted her to.
By the way, the call was from my uncle. He wanted to talk about a biscuit recipe. He calls her about 5 times a day. Must be nice to have so much of her attention.
I still haven’t been told where she is moving to although I know.
What comes next? My family goes back to normal, I go back to therapy and get back to doing shit I love.
I’ve been reserved most of my life, inward thinking…deep and slippery thoughts of hating myself. I’ve only hated myself because no one loved me. So instead of learning to love me, I loved the thought of me. Now things are different. I have a daughter, she is an amazingly bright soul. The day she arrived, I realize..wow. There is love, true undying unconditional love. It’s so perfectly imperfect being a mom. You get to see yourself grow up again, you get to be the one who makes sure someone is warm, safe, fed, loved and read stories..without leaving them upset to pick up the phone.
I love being a mom, It has filled every part of my being with joy I would have never known. I was barely living until she came along. Amazing, just amazing.
Thank you…………………………………..
When I grow up..
I saw where the person I write most about on this thing wrote:
When I grow up, I want to be just like so and so ( her aunt for whom she hasnt seen in 9 years, since her sister who od’d on heroin’s funeral. )
My thought was, honey you are 56 years old, when you grow up??
Yes this explains a lot.
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