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3:43 PM - Thursday, Dec. 01, 2005 People I know keep telling me I'm going to feel a change in how I feel once these thyroid pills kick in. It's only my third day, but I keep looking at myself in the mirror screaming in my head saying, "Hurry up! Knock my metabolism into place." You know, if it hadn't of been for Risperdahl, I wouldn't be in this predictament. There's a part of me that wants to be supermodel thin, but then another part of me doesn't want to lose my curves. I rather like being curvaceous, but there's that voice inside my head that nags at me for being so. Why, all of a sudden, am I worried about my looks? It's not like I'm looking for a long term relationship with anybody. Maybe deep down I am. I don't know. For some reason, I want this guy to like me. It's important. Perhaps because this is the first time I've ever done this whole contact thing on the internet. I wrote him and told him I wasn't thin. I wonder if that was a mistake. I mean, I'm not obese either... but I didn't want him to think I looked like those girls on the "Girls Gone Wild" videos either. Ah, why am I worrying over this? I should be concentrating on school and work. For those of you who gave me a hard time about wishing Cory a happy birthday, too bad. He's my friend. Like I've said a million times before, we've been through a lot together. Just because he wants to get it on with a 19 year old (a teenager, mind you) doesn't mean I can't wish him a happy birthday. Other than that.. time for me to go work out at Curves. Tally-ho, people.
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