Okay so this is going to be one of those posts that will result in somebody being butthurt. I have no earthly idea why because it means said butthurt soul would be that way for something unrelated to them. Yes, I have had Gastric Bypass Surgery...and no, I do not regret it one bit. I also don't think it's up to anyone to tell me the following (in a completely unsolicited manner): *Who had it and regretted it *Who had it and had a gang of wrinkles, extra skin or whatnot *What they think of people who have weight loss surgery Why? Because... Yes, these memes help me be a snarky bastard yet keep the mood light. Before I go any further, I am not a jerque. I am not someone who walks around with a perpetual attitude and my nose turned up at everyone. I don't have disdain for people's opinions and I do accept that I am not the only person in the world. I can discuss things and be okay if you don't roll with me. But what
I been battling depression the last month, yall. I haven't really had any motivation. I've spent the last thuddy days aggressively applying for job after job. I only got on my computer for applying. I've tried everything from receptionist to material handler and nothing has worked. I found myself getting angry. I began getting offended. I channeled my David Ruffin a la Temptations Movie and began yelling "YOU UNGRATEFUL SONS OF BITCHES" at rejection emails. I got bitter. I began feeling the urge to reply to the individuals who told me that "my experience was impressive" but they found someone "whose experience more closely matched" doing exactly what I did at my old gig. I drove up to one place that famously had me waiting FOUR HOURS only to have the owner interview someone who came in later than I did and pass me on to the other admin assistant...and fought the urge to go in and ask for him. Oh yes, children..heffer was GUN hot. Then I r
Goal #2 is on its way to being reached. As of now, I'm 36.4 pounds down since late April and that is by no means lightweight. I said "lightweight". N-E-Hoo...I'm having some serious head pains from a juice fast gone awry and it kind of made me low. Combined with the irritation of my bitchfoot, and you have someone who is frustrated as hell. I'm sure the pain isn't helping, but it really is there. I'm starting to get obsess-ed now. All of these doctor visits involve scales, and everytime I see the number, I get to calculating. I was down four tenths of a pound in four days and I actually got pissed. Chris reminded me that we had an unusual eating weekend with CJ's party, and I didn't juice that weekend either. My nutritionist said that as long as the scale keeps going down, all is well. She commended me on my continued success. All the while...I was like "Tamara is Not Impressed". I thought about the last two months an
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