It's a bootiful day in the neighborhood
Aug. 14th, 2001 05:55 pmSo I come home, kick off the shoes, check mail, then realize I really need to go to the store and get some groceries. I put on my shoes and go.
At the store, I realize I'm wearing a black polo and khaki pants with black socks and white tennis shoes. I pulled a Mr. Rogers and didn't notice.
I'm in this funny stage right now where my weight is sorta fluctuating, which isn't normal for me. I'm not gaining a lot...it's just kind of moving around and settling in places. This never used to be a problem with me. I was rock-stable, perhaps a bit thin, no matter what I ate or what I didn't eat. (Yes, I am/was lucky there, but believe me: I have plenty of other issues I wouldn't wish on anybody).
My food list was full of bad things (Pringles and soda) and good things (fruits and juices and fish) and sometimes a laughable combination of both at once (1 pint Ben & Jerry's low fat Cherry Garcia, 1 pint Ben & Jerry's decidedly fatty Phish Food).
At the store, I realize I'm wearing a black polo and khaki pants with black socks and white tennis shoes. I pulled a Mr. Rogers and didn't notice.
I'm in this funny stage right now where my weight is sorta fluctuating, which isn't normal for me. I'm not gaining a lot...it's just kind of moving around and settling in places. This never used to be a problem with me. I was rock-stable, perhaps a bit thin, no matter what I ate or what I didn't eat. (Yes, I am/was lucky there, but believe me: I have plenty of other issues I wouldn't wish on anybody).
My food list was full of bad things (Pringles and soda) and good things (fruits and juices and fish) and sometimes a laughable combination of both at once (1 pint Ben & Jerry's low fat Cherry Garcia, 1 pint Ben & Jerry's decidedly fatty Phish Food).