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Post by winterwhispers on Jun 25, 2011 20:36:25 GMT -8
I went to find myself some new jeans since when I sat down to put on my shoes the other night, my favorite pair of jeans ripped in the inner thigh area. And not just a little tear. No, it's like a 5" long rip. I tried on a pair of jeans at walmart and the fat size I normally wear was too small! Of course that made me feel even worse, so last night, being fed up with gaining even more weight, I tried to work out. This was a very bad idea for many many reasons. First, I haven't worked out in almost a year. Second, fibromyalgia does not like it when I do a random work out. Third, my oldest sons birthday is tomorrow, and we're having a small bbq in which us and a few of his closest friends will be here. Fourth, I have an injured wrist. So not only did that get in the way for working out, it also gets in the way of doing simple tasks like baking cupcakes and making potato salad. I fucking hurt. I hurt so bad. It's ridiculous. I hate myself for doing this last night. And the meds don't really help, of course. And I work in the morning. I have one batch of cupcakes in the oven, and had the birthday boy scrub the potatoes for me. I'll have him cook the bacon in a little bit. Fuck. This sucks. I hate hurting for kids birthdays. It really detracts from the whole thing for me, and I'm sure it's not very fun for my children either. goddamn it.
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