Cramming nuts and wieners in my mouth. Oh yeah. I said it.

So, I recently made you read about how my mouth stinks and my pits are a sweaty mess of BO pretty regularly lately, but that it’s just a mild distraction from the nest of greasy hair in knots all around my face and the bags of fat hanging off my waist and ass.

Er, or maybe I just said I’ve stopped having good hygiene and I’ve gained weight. Hm. Words words words.

Well, I’m trying to smell less like ass and stop being a jiggly mass of cellulite speckled, moving J-E-L-L-O (Pit Sweat Flavor), and I figured that since I let you in on that, I’d go ahead and offer an update on “How this stupid shit is going so far.”

Did I just call my Unfattening and Destanking “stupid shit?” Why, I did, didn’t I? I must be bitter about the whole thing.

You already know that I wandered into the kitchen at 3am one night and crammed my mouth full of sticky smashed peanuts. Mmmm, peanut porn.

Well, every damn night I’ve been telling myself once I look up and see it’s about 9:30 or so, “Okay, Lotus. NOT GOING TO EAT ANYTHING ELSE TONIGHT.”

And then around 10:30 I look at myself and I’m all, “So, what are we gonna eat!? Pretzels? Beer? Oh, hell yah.”

And, ok. So, I’d call that mild failure so far.

But what’s NOT mild failure? Well, that would be GIANT FAILURE.

Did you think the peanut butter at 3am was bad? (No? WTF is wrong with you? That is ridiculous. You should NOT be eating a spoonful of nut (hehehehehehehehe) at 3am.)

I can top it.

Wiener.

That’s right.

That’s what I woke up cramming into my mouth the other night.

*pause*

And I’m not talking about a fun-time wiener, I’m talking about a cylinder of smashed pork lips and penises.

Oh baby, now THAT’S sexy.

That’s how I want you all to think of me.

Yes. I’m the chick standing in her kitchen at around 3am wearing underwear and a wife beater with peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth and a hot dog dangling from her lips.

And I am probably scratching my ass.

Or farting.

Ok, both.

It takes effort to be THIS SEXY.

Oh, but I’ve lost 5 lbs so far.

And if you even try to patent the peanut butter and wieners diet before I can get to the patent office, I swear I will hurt you with knives.

Mmmmm.  Peanut Butter Wieners.

Where’s Mr. Bubble when you need him?

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On to today’s post:

Since I’ve been vomiting on you people all of my feelings and states of being for some time now, I really don’t see a reason to stop.  So here’s a little update.

I’ve been off The Pill since January 28th.  It did not take all that long for me to feel much better.  The heavy depression I was feeling before has receeded dramatically, and my libido has resurfaced.  In fact, I’m thinking that tonight ‘conditions will be perfect.’  *Ahem*  Anyway…

Braden and I have been sick twice this past month. (Just FYI, when your child chokes on vomit, it’s REALLY scary.)  Even between colds and now at the end of the second one, I keep finding that a nagging fatigue has been settling on me again.  Yesterday, I had horrible sinus pains and headaches.

And I have made a lovely new discovery.  Some rather ugly mold is growing in our (rental) home.  Could this be contributing to the newfound feelings of malaise?  So, something else to deal with.  Life remains exciting!  We’re still waiting to hear back from the Property Management Folks about the mold, because they don’t like taking care of problems promptly (or at all).  It never ends.

Upon reflection, I have decided that I would like to live in a bubble from now on.  No, not the John Travolta kind.  A real bubble.  I want to drift along over the world, in a shiny, soapy, happy bubble.

Rent free.

But I think maybe I need to lose some more weight first.

Wave when you see me float by, mmkay?  Just don’t shoot spitballs.