Then the worst thing happened...

I realized that I picked up fat free cream cheese instead of the good shit. *gag* I think it would have had a similar flavor if I would have just melted the wal-mart bags down and made them into a creamy paste with a shot of Elmer's Glue. I mean, honestly, was that one of the "punishments" that God dealt out to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Good and Evil? "You ate from my Tree, so you're going to have to work hard, experience pain during childbirth and oh, yeah, the food that tastes the best, it's going to be bad for you." "No, God! Anything but that!!"

I did, however, manage to remedy the situation by adding pizza sauce and cheese to the top of the cream cheese, which ALMOST covered the taste.

Amusement Parks

I used to love amusement parks. The thrill of the roller coaster, the rides that turn you over, the merry-go-round.... well, maybe not so much the merry-go-round. My problem is now that it's getting harder and harder to get into the rides. I hate going. I hate knowing that people are watching me as I S-Q-U-E-E-Z-E into a seat or, humiliatingly get back off, because a harness won't latch. I just wish I could go and have fun.

Tie and extra person to your back

I have enough extra weight to equal another person. Another ADULT person. I'm exhausted all the time. No wonder, because I'm dragging around another person! I don't think I'll ever shake the weight. It scares me and I want to give up, lock myself in my room and overdose on ice cream.