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SteelWeaver
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AAAaaaaaarrrrggghhh!!!!
Contest dieting sucks BIG time!
'Scuse me, I wouldn't normally vent like this, I'm normally a reasonably controlled person, but right now I'm not in a normal head-space.
(If you'd like Steel on UP mode, please see wyst's thread below.)
Maybe THIS explains why more women aren't at the top echelons of power - you need ENERGY for that, and most women are too busy buying into the myth of thin is beautiful to realise that they're not eating enough to power a toy car, never mind a company/country.
And I'm as GRUMPY as hell.
I almost pushed a sloth-like guy onto the train tracks yesterday simply for strolling, not moving fast enough to catch the train. I'm surprised I haven't punched someone yet - because I SURE would like to! Especially the pricks who walk in front of you smoking and blowing their smoke in your face (EVERY male in this town!) and the sidewalk is too crowded to get around them, and there's another one in front of that one, anyway. One of these days I'm just going to snatch that butt RIGHT out of the mouth of one of them! And GRIND it into his toe! <GRIND, GRIND>
EVERYthing irritates me. I think not flying off the handle takes more energy than training, lol! I grumble and mutter and grouch at people either aloud or under my breath all the time - gggrrrr - it's even unpleasant to be with myself.
And boy am I tired of oatmeal. And just tired.
The next four weeks look like the Sahara from here, but they say the fun is just starting. Oooh wheee!
My next tattoo will spead across my RIPPLING abs saying
"Ripple me here,
ripple me there,
these abs cost me dear" with a picture of the tin man and the lion for the leaden leg feeling and the lack of a heart.
The good thing in all of this self-flagellation is the consistent progress - OK, my abs aren't rippling yet, but dammit, they're APPARENT. Yes, it's all worth it.
I'll be back after my weekend carb-up to smile and shed gooey joy on this thread - in the meantime, hit me up, I'm down.
Contest dieting sucks BIG time!
'Scuse me, I wouldn't normally vent like this, I'm normally a reasonably controlled person, but right now I'm not in a normal head-space.
(If you'd like Steel on UP mode, please see wyst's thread below.)
Maybe THIS explains why more women aren't at the top echelons of power - you need ENERGY for that, and most women are too busy buying into the myth of thin is beautiful to realise that they're not eating enough to power a toy car, never mind a company/country.
And I'm as GRUMPY as hell.
I almost pushed a sloth-like guy onto the train tracks yesterday simply for strolling, not moving fast enough to catch the train. I'm surprised I haven't punched someone yet - because I SURE would like to! Especially the pricks who walk in front of you smoking and blowing their smoke in your face (EVERY male in this town!) and the sidewalk is too crowded to get around them, and there's another one in front of that one, anyway. One of these days I'm just going to snatch that butt RIGHT out of the mouth of one of them! And GRIND it into his toe! <GRIND, GRIND>
EVERYthing irritates me. I think not flying off the handle takes more energy than training, lol! I grumble and mutter and grouch at people either aloud or under my breath all the time - gggrrrr - it's even unpleasant to be with myself.
And boy am I tired of oatmeal. And just tired.
The next four weeks look like the Sahara from here, but they say the fun is just starting. Oooh wheee!
My next tattoo will spead across my RIPPLING abs saying
"Ripple me here,
ripple me there,
these abs cost me dear" with a picture of the tin man and the lion for the leaden leg feeling and the lack of a heart.
The good thing in all of this self-flagellation is the consistent progress - OK, my abs aren't rippling yet, but dammit, they're APPARENT. Yes, it's all worth it.
I'll be back after my weekend carb-up to smile and shed gooey joy on this thread - in the meantime, hit me up, I'm down.
