Future Child: Mom, I think I'm in love.
Me: Well like us old tumblr users used to say, "bitch I might be".
Future Child: Mom how is that even relevant
Me: Do he got the booty my child.
Future Child: ...what
Me: Child. Do he got da booty.
Future Child: *sighs heavily* He doooooo.
Me: Then I ship it, my child.
Breaking a food addiction is about as fun as pushing a boulder up hill, but I’m still trying. And as long as I’m breathing, I won’t stop trying.
- I can succeed.
- I WILL succeed!
- What’s stopping me?
Forgive me for the TMI!
So I have something called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It makes my periods random to the point where I can’t successfully track them, it also causes weight gain & bloating. Long story short, I’m on day 9 of my period, after not having one for like, 2 months.
I’m bloating, angry & determined not to let this week slip past me. It’s been two weeks and I’ve only lost 3 pounds. But that will not thwart my me, those numbers WILL add up in the end.