Thursday, June 17, 2010

I'm falling apart, obvioulsy the husband will need to trade me in for a newer model.

Which is sad considering our 4.5 year age difference and the fact that he alternates between acting like a 12 year old or an 80 year old. If we go with the 12 year old option, he'll obviously need to date a toddler. However, if we got with 80, then I'm pretty much walking the tightrope of The Girls Next Door territory. Yikes! Neither of these are ideal.

So, in between not being able to move thanks to my personal training session the other day ("easy" my ass! I can't open doors people, can't open doors!) and the fact that my face decided to act out in response to my skincare SOS, I now have no less than 5 zits that hurt like all get out, I'm pretty much falling apart.

Am going to die.

And, naturally, because the Universe has a sense of humor, I'm only just GAINING weight and am dreading the thought of going out for an anniversary dinner with my husband this weekend because I look like the damn Michelin Man, and that is only cute on babies. Not on 25 year olds who want to be able to look back at their photos and not cringe (so far, hasn't happened in a good 8 months). This is ridiculous.

Plus, nothing I own fits me, so, it is entirely possible that I will have to go to dinner in my pajamas. Which would be comfy, but, I don't think many restaurants would let me in the door in my jammies and slippers.

On the upside, I have more hellish El Scorcho training this week. Hopefully, it will go better than last week! Fingers crossed kids, fingers crossed!

(sorry, I just realized that it came across pretty whiney--not my intention! Just a rant. We could all use a rant now and then, yes? Plus, the bonus of having no clothes that fit is that I go shopping at Pier 1, so, my house has never looked better!)

9 comments:

Samma said...

Good luck on the runs! Also, STOP TORTURING YOURSELF! Hee- that was an intentional yell! You are beautiful, teensy, and just as hot as those El Scorcho runs, lady! Tell yourself that every morning (or else more all caps yelling!). I'm serious! Stop putting yourself down- you don't deserve it. Now a virtual hug! xoxo

Dollface said...

woah. you look AMAZING. this is why he married you amongst 50 million other things that I will spend all day mentioning if you want... p.s. i would love to go to dinner in my pjs :) xxxoo

Anonymous said...

Girl, we've all had our debbydowner days, but I know you can snap out of it! Rants are good cleansers, anyways. But seriously, you're beautiful and hilarious and amazing! You're working your butt off to get back into that shape you want to be in- you wouldn't be so sore if progress wasn't happening!

Charis said...

Awww honey so sorry that you're having a rough week! It'll turn up, just make it through the rough days! I'll be praying for clear skins and dropping of water weight before this weekend!

ty said...

just smile :) I get one of these days every once in a while, and while my inner drill sergeant yells at me, I've found that I can drown her with a dirty Goose martini :)

Brittany Ann said...

Rant away! It's your blog! And we're here for you! We've all been there! Hope things look up soon!

Just remember...you are beautiful! No matter what!

Sara McCarty said...

The good thing about husbands is that they are usually never as hard on us as we are on ourselves. If he's anything like my husband, he doesn't ever notice things like acne and a couple extra pounds. As long as I'm smiling at him, he doesn't see anything wrong. I guarantee that will work for your hubby too. Husbands are great like that! And if you can't find something that fits great to wear to dinner, buy a gorgeous handbag! They always fit!

kelly said...

seriously... i too am having major breakouts these days. i attribute it to stress because i haven't been able to run in almost 2 months. i'm going crazy.

prashant said...

I'm serious! Stop putting yourself down- you don't deserve it. Now a virtual hug!
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