My weight loss efforts are going slow. Mostly because my EFFORTS are slow. I try- but you know, not as hard as I could. In 9 weeks, I've lost about 5.5 pounds which is great until I compare it to the girls who have lost like 17 pounds. I know what the difference is though- they are more committed. I'm doing it so-so. So I keep telling myself I'm going to recommit myself, starting today.
Ok- well today was but- but you know TODAY.
what? oh well that was unexpected. but TODAY- really today.
When the fuck IS today anyway?
This morning Mike and I had an interesting conversation about the new guy in my life. The conversation was not exactly interesting, but it is always interesting to me when I hear my husband say the name of my boyfriend. (It's also weird for me use those words in the same sentence.) I admit that it's comforting that he is not freaking out- because well, I know I would. In some ways, it comforts me to know that he does love me enough to want me to be happy. We really are just living in the same house now. Not in a seething uncomfortable way- but in a 'Hey Julie, do you think I'm still attractive enough to get a younger girl?' kind of way. Oddly, I asked him the same question.
It's nice to know that we haven't ripped each other to such shreds so that there is no evidence of civility.
As failed marriages go- maybe the fact that we can still be civil makes this a lesser degree of losing. Nobody wins.
So hopefully since I plan to sort of live 'outloud', you will all join me.
I'm Julie- I'm getting divorced. I have a new guy. A new girl (more on that later). Three sons, a daughter, a cat and a mini-van.
I am the perfect picture of the kinky neighbor next door. Can I borrow a cup of sugar?
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I am so very proud of you!
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