My wrists hurt. And I’m grumpy. That’s not a good way to be.

I looked in the mirror today and thought “ew” - this wasn’t a good thing. I don’t know if it’s the weight, or the fact that my skin is less than perfect right now (stupid humidity), or just because I’m gloomy. I’d love to lose this weight but the motivation just isn’t there the way it’ll need to be there if I want to actually do anything about it. I’m honest and I admit that.

Part of it is the fact that I don’t really have a say as to what kinds of food come in the house. Part of it is the fact that I don’t have much to do with my days and that there’s not much to do. I’d go walk somewhere, but I wouldn’t get back into my apartment, because I don’t have a copy of the key. I’ve tried exercise videos, but this bedroom is so hot that doing them is damned near impossible.

Hopefully someday I’ll be comfortable in my skin. In the meantime, I get to bitch about it! Go, me!