Saturday, February 28, 2009

Smoking is the new Atkins.

I feel kinda guilty because I'm not all that jazzed about going home in a couple days. I haven't been there since June and that's the longest I've ever gone without seeing my family, so you'd think I would be counting down the minutes, but so far that is so not the case. It's not that I don't miss them, because I do...I dunno what it is, really.

I guess it's because I know I'm gonna get a bunch of lectures. My dad's way of lecturing is to ask me awesome questions like "Damn girl, how much bigger you gonna get?" Ugh. Then he'll wait three seconds and ask me to drive him to some restaurant. Mixed signals much?

Then there's my sisters. Who are basically somewhat thin through means of never eating and/or smoking their meals. They sit there surviving on diet cokes and Hershey's Nuggets and KOOL 100s and tell me my lifestyle is unhealthy. I accidentally let it slip on my last visit that I was diabetic and my sister Linda was like "YOU GOT THE SUGARS?" The sugars. That's my family, folks. We've never even lived in a trailer so I'm not sure how it happened, but it did.

Oh well, at least I'll get to see my brother, who I truly do miss on a daily basis. And my nephew who I love in person but hate talking to on the phone since he always makes me talk to the dog, and the dog is a shitty conversationalist. Plus my brother is the only one in my family who takes me out for exotic meals that don't start with Chicken Fried _____. (you fill in the blank, and they will fry it. Ah, Texas.)

Plus the previously mentioned flying fat. Urgh. Everything about it just seems annoying to me right now. Maybe it's headache talking...

Moving on...I went to Amber's birthday party tonight. I thought it was gonna be shitty and uncomfortable because of the 5-6 people from work that she invited, I was the only one who didn't bail at the last minute. So it was basically her whole family and me. But, I actually had a lot of fun. They're a great family, really loving and constantly cracking jokes and just having a good time. To be honest, I was pretty jealous. Being around a family like that just reminds me how much my whole family pretty much hates each other. I wish we could all get together and have a good time like that, but I may as well be wishing for a million dollars to fly into my pocket. (either would be great...)

I think at this point in my life, I'm just tired of being around people who create drama to fill their otherwise boring lives. If they could all just shut the fuck up and get over the stupid shit from the past, I think we could all be cool again. But it's like talking to a brick wall with these people. And then they wonder why I don't wanna move back home...

I'm done whining. Hope everyone had a nice Saturday :)


~ugly girl with a beautiful heart~ said...

Sadly I believe my lowest weight was when I subsisted off of Marb Menthols, coffee, and the occasional cracker. And I was still fat.

May said...

Girl, I need your number because that is how my family is! I havent seen them in years and am terrified to go home this size because I dont want the lectures and/or the name calling :(

Please dont start smoking, dont add insult to injury, I know that sounds shitty but still.

I wish I had some words that would make you feel better like, "Dont worry, itll be fine, your family will be glad to see you...blah, blah, blah." but since I dont I will leave you with a fun fact to remember:

There are 3 types of people in this world: The ones that can count, and the ones that cant.

wildfluffysheep said...

:( Aww. It's a shame you don't have a good r.ship with your family. I couldn't do my weight loss journey without mine. However I do get nervous about going home because that is when I tend to stray from my healthy eating, they're not real healthy eaters :(

Carlos said...

family is the worst! hang in there and make the best of it...

Diana said...

Tricia...they sound kind of scary to me. :) Not sure I would be able to handle it either without going off the deep end.

Do the best you can, and at least enjoy your brother. I hear you about the dog. My nieces like to put their babies on the phone to "talk" to me. Makes me crazy. It's impossible to have a conversation with a 2 year old. Probably just about like talking to the dog.

FatGirlSlim said...

Flying fat is the WORST! Thankfully, I've never needed a seatbelt extender, and I've never been asked, er... forced to buy a second seat. I'm big, but I'm just small enough to be allowed to travel. Screw them.

Southwest is the worst. The seats are smaller, and the flight attendants (ahem, bitches) have the authority to force you to buy a second seat just by looking at you.

But hurrah for Jet Blue! I flew Jet Blue to New York over the weekend, and the seats were actually a little roomy for me! As in, the armrest came down and didn't smack me in the thigh! And the seatbelt tightened up with maybe... 6 or 7 inches of slack left over? I felt so skinny! It was awesome!

I got back home to discover that I'd gained 2.5 pounds during my vacation (it's my damned boyfriend and his damned pizza... damn him), but Jet Blue made me feel skinnnnnnny! Awesome.

Avoid Southwest whenever you can. They're mean.

twinkelydots said...

No clue what this is about. I'm just upping my comment total.

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