waiting for good dough

Sitting at Bella's pizza, waiting for their version of the $5 pizza and some cheesy bread. It's chilly out...not unusual for this time of year, but I can't help but feel, like most of my fellow Michiganders, that we've somehow been cheated out of our spring. 

When I came home last April it had been unseasonably warm all winter, but was cold, wet, and even snowy within days of my arrival. 

I know that as I continue on my yoga journey, I will come to a point where these affectations no longer bother me, but for now, I'm ready to let my teeth chatter..

Brrrrrring on sprrrrrring!

Dear Roommate

Please be sure the entire contents of the toilet has flushed.

Thank you!

Meh

Yes, Yes, it's been one of those days, again!

So, it seems more and more these days, I have so much to say, but am so selective now in what I say, I just end up keeping most of my opinions to myself. 

Anyone that knows me well knows that this is NOT my style. If there is one thing that can usually be said about me is that I speak my mind. But after so many battles lost and so little victory to speak of, I just no longer have the heart. 

Thank God for cheap wine. 

Stupid is as stupid does

Ever had one of those days?

Momma said there'd be days like this...

Forever single!

How Crazy Is That?

This is how ridiculously outrageous our society's sense of beauty has impacted practically logical people: After years of battling with weight issues, at one time getting up to a whopping size 22, I am sitting here in my size 12 jeans thinking to myself, yeesh, I feel fat. 

How Crazy Is That?

I am in the same size Marilyn Monroe wore. I am voluptuous, sexy, proportioned, and even better than all of those things, I'm fit, healthy, and hearty. 

So why am I sitting here bemoaning the "spare tire" I see sitting above my waistband? Stupid magazines and TV shows. Stupid Barbie Dolls and teen idols. The worst part is, I've never had body issues. I've always been comfortable in the skin I'm in. And yet...here I am, feeling all bloated, and guilt-ridden for eating an entire bag of Cheddar Jalapenos Cheetos. 

So, I will drink this entire glass of wine, finish my Cheetos, and go do a handful of crunches. Hopefully that will assuage my guilty conscience.