Sunday, February 26, 2012
How to lose 300+ pounds in a weekend:
Dump the guy who's mooching off you.
You'll still have lots of blood, sweat, and tears, but that's from the emotion of going through it, and the workout involved in moving.
There are a lot of things about it that will suck horribly. But it will be worth it in the end.
Like today: I went to the store because I basically had NO FOOD in the house. Sure, I made some not-so-good choices (How DID those Doritos get in my cart? >.>) but THIS WEEKEND I am in celebration mode.
I got home, checked Twitter, and couldn't stop giggling.
He said: "Pizza, whiskey, cigar, Star Wars... #F*ckYeah" (of course, his version wasn't censored.)
I sent Jezi a text: "He put the wrong hashtag on that! It should read: 'Pizza, whiskey, cigar, Star Wars... #ForeverAlone'!"
Later, I texted her again after I made dinner. I sent her a picture of my dinner at my place on the table before I started eating: Filet mignon, broccoli, corn, red wine, and a piece of lemon cream cake. I said, "You had pizza as your celebration dinner? I'm sorry."
I also posted the pic to Twitter saying, "Dear dinner: You were the best I've ever had. Which is why I shall forever remember this moment. I miss you already..." I've have gotten many friends saying how amazeballs it looked.
Yeah, I twisted that knife. It felt good. I had to buy staples while he bought cigars? He tweeted today that his credit was finally almost perfect after years of bad credit from before we were together/when we started dating, but didn't acknowledge that I bailed him out SO MANY TIMES?
He's gonna know that I made an awesome dinner and remember that I LIKE cooking like this.
His loss. Seriously. I'm better off now.