What the fack. WordPress just ate my post so y’all probably clicked over and were all “OMG. No words. Miranda’s smokin’ the crack pipe.” Well I’m not. If I were, I might’ve lost more than just .5 pounds. Yes, point five. As in one half. As in I have had so many Reester eggs I’m…
mcfatty monday
This is where I try to do math and fail
Okay, 197 minus 195.5. Is that 1.5 lbs lost or 2.5 lbs lost? Yes, I really am that bad at math. I totally ate my feelings on Saturday. The trip to Joann was stress-ball city. And then we went to dinner where Erin works to see her and I did well, I think. Except I…
I still weigh 197 pounds. But I’m okay with that right now.
I had a dressing room meltdown last week. My starfish Erin was there to witness it and Dan caught the aftermath that evening when I cried about how stressful the event had been. I’m in a wedding in May. The bridesmaids are young. Way younger than me. I’ve got nearly a decade on them. And…
I dreamed a dream
On occasion, weird things happen in my dreams. (Der. They are dreams, right?) The weirdest dreams of all happen when I dream I am back in high school. Like, I’m a student again, and I’m me, but not me. I’m a 29 year old version of me trapped in the body and social interactions of…
I think I’m pretty. Also, I lie to myself.
It’s true. I think I’m pretty. Sometimes, even a knock-out. But I don’t much like the way I look. Some of y’all might’ve just groaned and rolled your eyes so far back into your heads you’re seeing your own brains at that declaration. But that’s just it. I DO think I’m pretty. I get all…