Vent

My school sucks. I'm a junior at Virginia State University and I have to say, I get better service at Wal*Mart. Went to the bookstore the other day to buy my extremely over-priced books for classes (which start on Tuesday). I'm taking 3 lectures and 3 labs. 6 books. They only had 3 of the books I needed. The reason they gave for not having the other 3? The professors havent contacted the bookstore to tell them which books to order. Okay, I'm abit manic when it comes to having my books on time. Honestly, if there were any other schools in this area, I would be gone.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Sunday, Official day of Whining.

I'm in my happy place. Put there by the whining and grousing of 3 other humans on this planet. Sundays are my "get-shit-done-days", I need to be in the zone and get all laundry, ironing, cleaning, etc done on this day. Please yall, leave me alone so I can accomplish at least half of this torture. My eyeballs are dry, I blink extra fast....squeezing them closed once in awhile to soak the overtly dry eye in juice. I've had too many glasses of wine/water and way too many Baked Cheetos. I tried to get them to play the damn Wii. No luck. Fed them to the point of comatose and yet, they still move....and complain. What did I do to deserve this? I'm a good person, at least most of the time. Gah. I have so much more to say but, guess what???? Someone wont leave me alone long enough to even type this friggin post.

Let's hope the aliens don't land at The Jersey Shore.

Pawlie, Mookie, Shifty and Poot. Backstreet Boys of another, greasier, universe? Much fist pumping and biting of the lip.

I honestly thought people like this didn't exist anymore. I'm so naive.

My dog gets this same look on her face when she has to poop.

I watched an episode of this show. I was amazed that only one person hit Snooki and that it took them so long to do it. I wanted to pummel her by minute 5. I'm also repelled by the 4 guidos they have populating that house. Is this a medical experiment? These children have been raised by wolves or their DNA has been seriously altered, right? Collectively they probably have an IQ in the "give that child a helmet" range. I was so embarrassed for them that I had to turn it off. A first for me, shit I used to watch The Anna Nicole Show so I know embarrassing when I see it. I may have to watch another episode, it doesnt seem right to judge so harshly without having more data. Let's just hope they don't drop dead anytime soon from alcohol poisoning, STD's or roid rage. Thats my 2 cents.

As you may, or may not, know....my butt was rather large at one time. I was a "big" girl..."big boned"....a "thick chick". All of the above add up to the ugly truth that I was "fat". I ranged from chubby and cute to "damn...that bitch is big". So, after much soul searching and a few bouts of cold-feet, I had the surgery. Gastric bypass to be more specific. If you go back far enough in my blogs you can read all about that crazy (sometimes terrifying) journey. Anyway, here I am.....much much lighter and almost 3 years post-op. I have learned some very hard lessons along the way and live a much different life than I used to.
1. I obsess way more about food now than I did when I was fat.
2. Your doctor will tell you un-truths to try and scare you into compliance.
3. You CAN drink soda, eat bread and drink alcohol without your body exploding.
4. Your intolerance to sugars,fats and carbs goes away or you learn how to work around your maximums.
5. You'll lose interest in exercising and it will become the bane of your existance.
6. You will regain.....I said I NEVER would....I'm up from my lowest.
7. The pouch doesnt fix your broken head.....I eat, not because I'm hungry, but because I'm a food addict or an overeater....or whatever name you wanna attach to it.
8. You'll lie to everyone about.....(insert your weakness here)....mine involves alcohol.
I didnt write this to depress anyone or talk anyone out of the surgery. It really believed it saved my life or at least added a few years onto it. I'm hoping that, with more time, I can come to grips with some of my personal demons that I think are the basis of my addictions. I AM an addict, will always be one and I really believe in my heart that most people who are morbidly obese are as well. Anyway, sorry if I bummed yall out. I'm resolving to wake up tomorrow with a more positive attitude and a plan for how to shrink my ever-inflating ass. Wish me luck!