it’s a good thing i took vacation so i could get poison oak and not be able to go back to work the day i’m supposed to. instead i went to the urgent care for a cortisone shot. hope it kicks in soon. i feel like a zombie with a flesh-eating virus.
i have soaked myself in baking soda paste, apple cider vinagar. taken hot showers. used calamine lotion, hydro cortisone ointment, tea tree oil, etc etc. my reaction is pretty severe.
it is definitely time for me to start making some changes. should i wait til the new year? haha. i feel guilty every time i eat, now. i know that i am FAT and having my abdomen all swollen from the poison oak is only making that more obvious to me. i caved to this today because i had to wait for two hours at the urgent care. it’s no excuse. i had other options. this type of food comforts me, duh. i’m gonna change my habits really soon!!!
so, my mom and i took a trip to go visit my sister in socal.
my sister made us turkey dinner. neither i nor my mother really helped much. my sister made it look so easy, like help would only get in the way.
it was all delicious.
sweet potatoes, green bean casserole. i really didn’t help make any of this. i feel bad about that, can you tell? i just didn’t have any energy and i think it’s because i was busy coming down with an epic case of poison oak. oy!
also, nobody really understands me and it’s like i am from another planet or something.
life can be awkward.
my mom took me to eat at in n out. i wasn’t hungry but i wanted to eat in n out with my mom, so i did. isn’t it lovely? so picturesque. i already facebooked it and made it my profile pic. saying there that the best part is the crispy inside part of the bun.
that must be why she is in much better shape than i!? plus a lot of other reasons.
had to borrow her flip flops because i forgot mine at the hotel.
no excuses! it’s prescribed. must fit it in! mandatory. required. and i must begin to show some restraint and responsibility when it comes to what i eat. don’t indulge the bulge.
i made homemade chicken soup just now. it’s on the stove.
so domestic of me, right?
yeah, so i hope you enjoyed this installment of the never-ending saga of carrie-trying-on-dresses.
(to be cont’d)
(at a later date… out of photos for now)
i want to talk about something other than what’s in the pictures.
i just washed my hair and i don’t know where my good hairbrush is, the one that is good when my hair is wet. this happens all the time. i never know where anything is.
i just took a shower and i want to blowdry my hair because i never do and it would hopefully look prettier if i put some effort into it. but my back hurts and i don’t want to get dressed or stand up.
but i have to.
the easiest thing to do would be to put on my green summer dress.
but that is not what i did.
so, think what you want, but this is me, now.
it’s true and it’s how i feel, so this is my blog and i can say so if i want. this is also why i am going to the gym. i am being brave and courageous.
i weigh 150 lbs right now.
my back kills me and my core needs major work.
i need a lot of cardio and i need lots of muscle tone to help support my skeleton, crippled as it may be.
i am so out of shape and uncoordinated. not a negative statement, simply truth.
yesterday i tried every single machine i was interested in because the place was basically dead, so i didn’t feel very awkward.
there are all kinds of people there, not just hotties with bodies.
i’m out of practice.
i guess that’s all the pictures i have to torture your eyes with for now!!!