Thursday means Story time!

I have been on this diet plan for the last year or so and I lost 83 pounds already. Everyone tells me I look great and I look like I've lost a whole person.

The truth is, the compliments bring me down more than being heavy ever did. It just makes me feel like everyone thought I was repulsive before because my dress size was bigger than my age. I wasn't repulsive before - I was fat. There's a big difference.

My face still looks the same, just as gorgeous as it always was. My hair is still long and shiny and straight, and my personality hasn't changed like many expected it would. I looked good before I dropped the weight.

The only reason I've been on the diet is because it's unhealthy to carry around all those extra pounds. I want to live a fulfilling life, and I know I need to maintain a healthy weight and lifestyle to do that.

Thursday Story

A few years ago someone thought it would be funny to go around stealing windshield wipers off people's cars in my area. I was one of the victims.

The problem with a prank like that is that nobody notices windshield wipers, or the lack thereof, until they turn them on.

I turned mine on in the morning one day to get the condensation off my windshield and noticed there were no blades, just the arms, running against my windshield.

Luckily, I was able to get mine fixed before the rain began. But others weren't so lucky. At least four people had gotten into accidents, one seriously injured, because of their missing wipers.

I found out later who stole the wipers off people's cars, but I can't turn him in. He's a family member. I secretly hope someone else finds out and he gets caught and goes to jail, because that was a f***ed up thing to do.

sotry!

Nothing really makes me happy. I have a great life, great spouse, great kids, great house, great cars, soso job, but good $$.

I have been diagnosed with everything under the sun. (I have been in counseling for years and years, and see lots of folks for this.) I can feel the depression pulling me in. One of my children is studying abroad, and it is killing me! I haven't seen him/her in 3 months, and I still have 2 months to go!

I hate change. Can't things stay the way they were? Why must every day be so new and different?

Also, I'm afraid that I'm crazy. Not just "I'm having a bad day" crazy. It's more like "Girl Interrupted" crazy, or "One flew over the cuckoo's nest" crazy.

One thing that has been especially troubling to me - do we as humans waste too much time? What do people do when they can't be seen by their neighbors?

The big fear being, of course, is that I've become my mother.