Allow me to throw a little hissy fit before I do anything else, okay?
Nothing is ever good enough. This is what I have learned this week. If I lose weight, I hear, You didn’t even maintain! If I maintain, I hear, You didn’t even gain! If I gain, I hear, You didn’t gain enough! This seems to be a recurring theme, and it is very frustrating. Also irking me is the fact that I’ve been instructed to get more of the crap known as Boost High Protein. I really felt like throwing a temper tantrum: You said it was just for one week! You promised! But I didn’t do that, because I am a mature adult. (Cue insane cackling.)
Yeah, I know, I know. We’re all “on the same side” here. But I just can’t help feeling annoyed and irritated and, well, I guess discouraged is a sort-of apt word, because if I can’t ever do anything right, why the hell do I even bother at all?!
Review of POM Wildberry White Tea:
To be honest, this wasn’t my favorite. It just tasted like it was missing something, somehow… there was an absence of flavor. It kind of felt like I was drinking something that wasn’t really there, because the taste was so fleeting. I know, I know, I’m not making any sense.
It turns out that I do not like broccoli rabe. It is way too bitter for my tastes… sometimes I can force myself to eat something even if I don’t like it, but this was not one of those cases. I had to throw it out. 😦
It looked pretty, though.
Bulgur with roasted baby broccoli (though I fail to see anything “baby” about it), Foreman-grilled tofu, and roasted golden nugget squash that was definitely not in the oven for long enough, but my mom was totally guilt-tripping me because she kept complaining that she needed that oven! I had a mini-freakout because for some inexplicable reason, the bulgur was greasy. I am not crazy; I didn’t put any oil in there, I would remember if I did!! Of course my paranoid mind immediately came up with several different implausible explanations for this, but I think it’s just from the broccoli, which I roasted on a sprayed baking pan. I’m going with that. Paranoia be damned.
The indecisiveness continues… I am now in possession of these two shirts in different sizes. Meaning, I have four of them. (Sorry for the bad lighting… I was too lazy to relocate. Pardon the horrible mess.)
I have figured out the sizing problem on these, actually. They’re girls’ shirts. I originally bought girls plus, because I figured it made more sense. Apparently not. That seems to translate into some weird sort of maternity belly action going on there… and the neck is way wider, hence the unwelcome bra strap display. So, to facilitate matters somewhat, I went back to the store this morning and actually tried things on. I got the pink one in regular, and while it is a little shorter, my straps don’t show. Alas (did I just say alas?!), the purple one — which is the one I really wanted all along — was only available in a size suitable for a six-year-old. So I got another girls plus, but a smaller one. I’m all confused… I don’t remember there being half sizes in clothes when I was little! Either way, I now have even more fun decisions to make. Sigh.
It’s like a second skin. I do not like this. But I am too lazy to go return / exchange it, so I’m going to hope it does what my other thermal shirts seem to have done and stretch. Note the hole for the thumb… particularly easy to spot, given the contraption on mine!
Clearly, I have issues not only with making decisions, but buying more clothes than I need or can keep. It’s not a financial problem, because if I truly couldn’t afford it, I wouldn’t buy it; I view a credit card as a debit card, really, so if I don’t have the cash for something, I won’t charge it. But it’s the principle of the matter! And so my therapist has given me an assigment to clean out my closet. Which is scary. I was a total tomboy in high school, at least in the beginning; then when I was with my ex I turned into somewhat of a girly girl; and now I can’t figure out what on earth I am because I seem to be all over the place. How am I supposed to know what to keep?! Not to mention the fact that I don’t know for sure what fits and what doesn’t, and quite frankly, I’d rather walk over hot coals than spend a day trying on clothes. Oy.
Random question of the day: Does your closet scare the crap out of you?
Tomorrow is finally, finally Friday. I’m a little ticked off, actually, because I just found out from my group partners that there is another whole element to our project … um, they knew this all along, so why am I just hearing about it now? It’s not exactly fair since they can work on it all Saturday, and I can’t. Oh well. Sucks to be me. I have two presentations and a paper due on Monday, for none of which I am adequately prepared. At the moment, I am so exhausted that I don’t even care — all that matters is going to sleep. I am such an old lady.
It is Cousin Central here.
Have a good weekend!