Friday, May 15, 2015
I ate all of those bitches.
I’ve spent the past 3ish years eating everything I can find. If I feel bad or upset, it’s nice to chew until my face hurts and then revel in that nice, fully satisfied feeling. Only a couple of weeks ago, that feeling went away. I was feeling shitty and eating all of my favorite things and getting zero enjoyment or comfort from it.
I decided to hell with this. What’s the point of eating until I’m ready to pop if there is no window of time that it’s making me feel good? I started a diet last Monday. Am down 6 pounds. Less than 24 hours in, I physically felt so much better.
There’s another 100 that needs to be lost. I keep telling myself that I didn’t gain it overnight so I shouldn’t expect it to fall right off. It’s nice to not feel totally shitty all of the time and my stomach no longer sticks out farther than my chest now that the bloat has gone away. Hooray!
We’re selling my Mom’s house. Her husband dicked around for 2 years after her death before getting a house key to me in December of last year. Our requests for a key had gone unanswered for months until he was finished using the house as a storage building. As soon as we got the key, that dickweed immediately starting pestering me with wanting to know if I was going to purchase the place. (He’d sent a fucking outrageous request for how much he’d need to be paid to sign his name off of the title. He didn’t want just a 1/3 of the market value. He wanted to be repaid for any improvements that Mom & him had made – even though those improvements were paid for out of her 401k and didn’t cost him shit.) A couple of weeks ago, Mom’s neighbor said they’d like to buy the place for their daughter. My sister and I like the idea that he’s buying it for his daughter so it’s being sold.
We’re going to Oklahoma next week to clean up her cemetery plot and if the deal isn’t done by then, I’ll poke around the place one last time. Who am I kidding? Even if the deal is done I’ll go ask the neighbor if they’ll let me walk through.