I hate having to earn money to pay bills. Fucking capitalism, I swear to god.
I hate having to earn money to pay bills. Fucking capitalism, I swear to god.
I'm so tired of being made to deal with family drama that does not involve me. We are all adults, aren't we? All these years that I've been away from home, I've been trying to reclaim the self that I feel I have lost, asking her questions to understand her better and get her to come back home. Can you not do the same?
The best birthday gift I can give to my husband is the news that I am pregnant.
That won’t happen until we make this work, self.
7 weeks. If I lose 3lbs in a week, I lose 21 in total. 3. That’s not a lot considering how much I have to lose. Why is this so hard. :(
Last day of July.
Tomorrow is a new day. A new week. A new month.
A new opportunity to turn my life around.
I made bad choices these past few days. But I enjoyed myself, so are they still bad if that were the case?
I enjoyed my time with my husband. I also enjoyed the food.
I think keeping myself from enjoying food for a few days just because it adds a few kilos to my weight and “undoes” the work I have so far done is not an act of kindness towards myself. I’m also afraid it might backfire.
I fasted for five days last week and felt great. I can do it again this coming week. Perhaps even longer.
On our wedding anniversary, I want to wear the new blouse I bought that isn’t outside the “normal” sizes offered at the store.
I can do it. I’m gonna work for it.
I want to stop taking meds. I want to stop spending so much money on food. I need to save for more important things. I can’t keep living beyond my means.
Being away from social media has made me question who I really am.
The things I thought I liked to do. The things I thought I was. Were any of them true?
Tomorrow, February ends.
The day after tomorrow, I will be a year older.
What does that even mean these days?
I will be thirty four.
I am nowhere near who I thought I would be at this age.
But who did I even think I’d be in the first place?
We lose so many memories overtime.
Sometimes I feel like it’s myself I’m losing.
Am I? Or am I just changing?
It sucks to be poor.
It sucks even worse when you’re poor in a first world country, apparently.
Financial anxiety is draining.