Blech

Oh how I wish I had the willpower to be anorexic. Well, not anorexic, exactly, but, you know.... thinner. I wish I could eat less. I wish my hand didn't automatically reach for the pantry/fridge door every time I walk past. Maybe I should just stop walking past.... seems simple enough, huh?

Skinnier, tighter, younger. Sounds like a Daft Punk song. Wait, that's Harder Faster Stronger... or something. I guess they're both things we strive for. Right now I'm just striving to make it to 5. The clock is slo-o-o-o-o-w...

Home to work out. And shower. Eat cereal, maybe. Watch him play on the computer with his "friends". Again. Make lists, organize lives, spend money I don' t have on things I don't need but want. Or on things I don't want, but need.

*sigh*