Venting

To start with, I seem to be going through an overly emotional phase. First Brokeback Mountain, then the TV show my mom and I watched last night... heck, I haven’t felt like crying at something on a screen since that part of A.I. (which I thought was the end) where the boy sinks down into the ocean and sits there forever.

Then there’s the trying on spring clothes from last year, realizing that they’ve finally gotten too tight to get over my hips, trying on new pants and having to get a larger size, being nagged about what I eat and how I don’t exercise enough by my mom (who else?) as if that won’t make me eat more because yes, I eat food when I’m upset; so does everyone else...

Oh, and getting weighed at the doctor’s office today wasn’t terribly fun. Having to get some blood drawn so they can test for anemia and thyroid problems was much more fun. At least I’ll finally learn if I do have a problem with iron in my blood or my metabolism (which has betrayed me).