Have you ever wondered how the hell you got to where you are?
Some of the things are obvious.
I worked hard at my jobs.
I didn't marry my first long-term (asshole) boyfriend. Instead, I left him and pursued the only man that I had true 'love at first site' for. Luckily, he came around and noticed me....and married me! Score!
I stayed poor and had bad credit for most of my 20s, which made me work harder and appreciate the meaning of the dollar. And my credit score is 775 these days....
But....
There are some things that I cant help but wonder....
WHAT the hell happened?
First off is the 30 pounds that I gained when I went from age 29 to 30. Seriously, that bullshit about your metabolism changing at 30 is crap... right? Um, no. It's real. You bitches still in your 20s- you better plan a diet strategy NOW, because your 30s are going to rock your fucking world.
And not only your world, but your ass, too.
I bust my butt at the gym, I've cut out pop (aka soda), beer (dear god!), and heavy sweets (meaning NO Coldstone). And still.....
nothing. Not a single pound lost. What the hell, body? I eat fat-free Jello for dessert, for christ sake.
This is what my world has come to?
Jello?Here's another thing I've evidently lost: my personal dignity.
I work from home. I work
a lot. I love it but, I have to start my day on the computer at 5:45am. EEK! When I was bartending, at 5:45am I had JUST gone to bed! So these days I work almost full time hours, and I get up
really early. Since I get up at 5:30am, I wake up and throw on whatever is convenient (laying on the floor)...which means I wear a very eclectic ensemble while sitting at the comp.
But ya know...I don't care.
And then I think, holy crap! I don't care? I'm sitting here working, in my purple tank top, no bra, my breakfast spilled on my boob (because I spill everything I eat on myself), and fuzzy blue (with orange stars) PJ pants.
So hot.
Most days, I take a shower at night before bed, and don't even bother to dry my hair before I go to sleep. Which leaves me waking up with really funky hair. My 20-something self would have been
horrified at the going to bed with wet hair thing.
Sweet.
I hope no one comes to my door right now.
Anyway.
This is me. How the hell did I let myself get this way? I'm that nerdy, fat-ass, 30-something mom who thinks she's still cool?
I need to get over that.