Postby starlooker » Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:02 pm
Hi,
You know, I want to be grateful. I really do. You've been so good about exercising with me pretty damn consistently over the past several months. You generally do what I tell you to. I'm definitely a size and maybe a half smaller than I was two years ago. So, you know, I try to be grateful. And, like I've already told you, you don't have to lose weight for the wedding. Just try not to gain any. And thanks for, you know, walking and talking and reaching and tasting and seeing and feeling and smelling. And a lot of thanks to my immune system for keeping me flu-free for the past several years. Oh, and hearing. I'm grateful for that. And my voice. Good job, there, larynx.
There are two things, though, that are getting in the way of my gratitude:
1. My skin. I'm almost 30. I'm going to have serious wrinkles soon enough. You've already started with the lines around my eyes. So what the heck is up with the adult acne? And why is it getting WORSE as I grow older? Why? It was not nearly this bad in high school. Please, please, please can't I have a tiny grace period before serious aging sets in? I do my best. I try to do everything right. Yes, I know, I will probably go to a doctor next month when my new insurance kicks in.
2. The whole PMS thing. Which, honestly, probably would be considered PMDD by people who believes that exists (of whom I am one). My concentration and will power is shot, my breasts HURT like mad, and I generally despise myself for approximately 1/4 of my life. And it aggravates problem #1.
So, yeah. If you could take care of those two things, I'd be very, very grateful.
Me
There's another home somewhere,
There's another glimpse of sky...
There's another way to lean
into the wind, unafraid.
There's another life out there...
~~Mary Chapin Carpenter