Heatwave

 I thought it was supposed to be cooler this summer.  This week will prove me wrong.  BOOO!

My mom is talking to my cousin about my weight loss problems. I honestly want to scream when I hear that.  Not her fault.  That's her whole side of the family and their obsession with everyone's weight and dieting.  I don't want to hear it.  I'll scream.  My aunt still tried to give me dieting advice after I dropped 35 pounds years ago and I felt good about myself at the time.  Still wasn't good enough for them I guess.

I had to open my mouth and admit I had a bad week.  It wasn't a bad thing but I seem to be at a plateau.  Days like this make me wish that Cassie would get diarrhea from her ozempic.  I know.  That's terrible.  When you spend the time drinking your water, trying to limit the bad stuff and get the healthier stuff plus the exercise, it just sucks.  It's like do I have to get another sinus infection for another jump start?  No.  It'll be fine.  I'm going to scream if my mom gives any diet advice from my cousin.  She means well but I have told her repeatedly to quit it with the diet talk.  She talks about food a lot and that doesn't help me.  I feel bad for saying this but when I hear her tell my cousin about my troubles, I get mad.  I get that other people understand.  They all don't really understand.  It's a lot different because I had to be on fucking cancer meds for so many years.  Excuse the F bomb but if you've been on them for almost a decade, you're allowed to curse.

I have another day off and I'll be out in the morning.  I don't think I'll be walking any hill in the morning with the too hot weather.  I do have to make another return at Whole Foods.  I was too embarrassed to do both today. I had gotten these head bands from Amazon that I thought would help me when the weather gets hot like this week.  I looked like a contestant from Survivor.  No.  Doesn't work for me.  I have to do something about my hair hanging like it does.  I have a hair cut next week so maybe I can figure something out.

I would type more but my mom is talking about food again.  Sigh.  She's a lot less than me in weight and she still calls herself fat.  I just can't.  I'd give anything to be that weight.

I'll go suck on some ice cubes . . . 

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