Quickie

I'm supposed to go to Sparkle's house and walk with Edie, but I'm tired and I SOOOOOO don't want to. I drank a Diet Red Bull earlier, when I started scrubbing the tub, but I'm not getting the up-and-at-'em results I'd hoped for. Instead I have the snarky bitchy bitterness that I used to get about 45 minutes after I drank Frappucinos from the bottle. I'm paranoid and ridiculous, but I'm trying to be good and not do or say anything I regret. Notice, I didn't say "not say anything I don't mean". I usually mean what I say, I just didn't intend to say it. Even in the heat of a battle. I don't think very highly of my own criticism, and therefore don't feel the need to be obnoxious about it...at least...not ALL the time. While those of you who read this might think I'm pretty much an open book, you have NO IDEA how much I bite my lip. Sad, huh?

Went back to Whale Watchers today, during lunch. There's one meeting downtown that meets 3 times a week in this weird empty retail space. Oy. I thought I was really making an effort this last week, keeping track and exercising, but I don't think I lost any weight between the time I weighed myself at home last week and when I weighed in today. Bummer.

So before I go, I've been considering joining some sort of Mennonite community. I wouldn't have to worry about the size of my ass, or having a designer purse, or being coy, or getting my kid a PS3 and a cell phone and an IPod. Life is simpler there. Hard work is good. Plus they have fried chicken. And full-fat butter. Heaven, right? The only hesitation I'd have are the beards--yeah, not turned on by the beards...and the whole God thing. Yeah...not so much. I mean that's fine and good, but I think God is a personal thing. I don't think it should be compulsory.