Smart.

No, seriously. True Story.

I dont know how it happened or why, but I put on 10lbs and it all went straight to my stomach and chest. So when I ask my boyfriend, how do I look in this or that... he replies with: "Smart."

I appreciate my smart ass boyfriend's humor, but I am getting the notion that I need to start implementing some type of work out into my life. I eat horribly, and I don't plan to change.....
so I guess that means more time at the YMCA or some local gym. Yuck.

                           

Rat in a Cage

Lately I'm feeling like.... shit.

I finally did something about it.

I went and saw a counselor.

I can't take all this anxiety.

It's hard not having any friends to vent to around here.

SO, I blog to release frustration.

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.