*04.03.2003 - 5:49 p.m.*

Once again, I'm brutally reminded that my body hates me. I brought 9 pairs of shorts up to school for spring. Only 3 pairs still fit well. So, I'm giving the other 6 pairs to my friends Lauren and Lis. ::sigh:: I was trying to fight a losing battle. So I tried to except the fact that I'm just a large girl...but now that my body has realized that I've given up, it's blown up. I'm back up to my max weight...it doesn't show (according to Dave), but it's there.

So, I'm just gonna live my life. Once I have kids, my body's just gonna go to shit anyway, so why work so hard to make it as good as I can, only so it can go to crap later? My body seems to like to be on the heavy side. I'm healthy, buy no means am I gorging myself on junk, I'm just a big girl...it's the way the genes go. So, I'm gonna go take a large dose of Fuckitol, and call it a day.