ouch

Current mood: annoyed

I'm feeling low. The ground might feel nice to lay on, I dunno. I gained an inch or two over the holidays and in my desperation to maintain my hard earned slim build because I can't afford to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe (and I liked the way I looked when I came home from Korea), I over did it. WAY over did it. MY back hurts and I have no one to blame but my self. It hurts so bad, that when I walk I look like I not only wear diapers but I must be carrying a load in em. It hurts so bad, that I can try to get it on with my honey, as long as gettin' it on means laying very very still and hoping it doesn't hurt. It hurts so bad, that I have to make Matt do all of the work, carry the groceries, drive, open the frickin' wine bottle to the point where I don't feel pampered but like some freakish invalid who has to be cared for. Seriously. I'm at that point right after the realization that something is wrong, but before the part where the wrongness is ridiculously funny. Not laughing at myself in this moment...maybe tomorrow.

Matt bought a truck. He wants me to be excited. I told him I am, but I guess scraping an excited facial expression off of the floor wasn't convincing. Now if I can just manage to get in 20 minutes of cardio before bed. Aw fuck it. One more glass of wine please.