Drink To That

Hello fellow followers. Alright, so here is my first REAL post in quite a while.

Not quite sure where to start.

I'm sure most of you guys came from Ana/Mia so maybe you've been following my drama on there.

Let's see. I currently weigh 149.8lbs  and I've been stuck around that area for a while.

I'm so mad at myself for letting myself get this fat, but Dale and I both have weight loss goals.

So If I can get rid of the cookie dough ice cream in my fridge, and work out more, I'll be back on track.

Dale is finnally moving his stuff into my house. It feels like, we're a little family now. Like. I vacuumed our house today, and I unpacked his boxes, I did our dishes, and ate our food.

He's moving his bed and clothes and stuff into tonight, hopefully before I go to work.

On the subject of work, I'm trying to move into the bakery, not because I want the food, but because I fucking hate the night managers at this point. I've complained to management 2 times about them, and nothing has been done, so, I'm just trying to hop over to where I would make more money.

On the subject of money. Dale's friend said we didn't have to pay him this Friday, so Dale's gonna help me with our very short on rent bill.

Does anyone own a cat? Because mine keeps pissing all over my clothing, and I love her to death and she's really sweet, and she will poop in her litter box, and occasionally pee, but, otherwise, she pees ALL OVER MY CLOTHES! and it's irritating. My house smells like cat pee, and I can't afford to keep doing laundry.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

I patched things up with my mom. So we're on good terms.

Dale didn't freak out about my eating disorder, I think he kind of brushed it over, so it's mine to keep.

I've been craving a drink severly bad lately. I keep trying to convice Dale to come to a party with me so I can get fucked up and not have him be mad at me. But, it's not working out so well. So, instead of drinking, I've been smoking WAY more then usual.

Dale and I are having lunch with my dad on Sunday. I'm nervous for them to meet, but happy to maybe get on good terms with my dad.

I miss blogging, and I need to come back to it. I've decided blogging=venting place=less stress=less binge eating=less random weight gain= more weight loss= happier me :D

BTW! Dale got me an Ipod! SO HAPPY!!!

It makes it way easier to workout with an ipod then a clunky ass CD player.

Have a good day ladies!