- a snarky "open" letter to a co-worker who has screwed me over
- a (really rare) photo post in which I whine that I don't think I really look any thinner (which could be construed as compliment fishing, except I really don't see a difference that can't be attributed to maybe better hair).
- A joke. Punchline is Weiner/Holder 2012
- A lengthy screed about my finances
- About three other versions of the "I don't think I look thinner" post
- A career update, with the attendant "OMG I have to make decisions ... and all options have consequences ... and I don't want to burn any bridges ...."
Sigh. I'm gonna have a glass of wine and wait til Angelfish wakes for her next feeding. Then maybe I'll sleep.
Aren't you glad you read this blog?
I'm glad I read it, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI spent my afternoon mentally cursing my entire county for being freakishly fit and righteous about it. Especially since I worked out TWICE today, ate salad for breakfast because I actually wanted to, and didn't buy the delicious delicious peanut butter cookies that I was craving. And I still feel cruddy. If I see one more pert Ironwoman jog past my door with twins, I'm going to pelt her with chocolate chips. Swear to god.
Soo... I guess I'm especially glad because you gave me the chance to vent on a more discreet forum? : )
I'm glad too! Give us the career update. And from what you've said, it sounds like everyone around you thinks you look thinner, so doesn't that count? (I have the opposite problem -- for some reason, post-baby I've been less critical of myself than usual, and so I think, "I look fine, I'm pretty much back to my pre-baby weight. That's weird, why can't I pull my pants all the way up?")
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