Written on Tuesday, posted on Wednesday

This is called bathroom blogging. I’m sitting on the bath mat, leaning against the tub with my feet up on the pedestool sink. It’s not a bad angle.

I didn’t blog on Saturday or Sunday because I was busy and lazy. Saturday was a great day due to selective memory. We went to the Vintage Grand Prix on Saturday morning to see J and check it out. It always amazes me that one of the few exes that I keep in touch with is the one I dumped hours after I married someone else. Oh he got in a few good jabs, like telling K to wait until we get a few more cars to divorce me but all in all it was fun. Then we headed to E’s first birthday. It was the first event where families were mixed and I just felt a little out of place, ok, maybe more than a little. But D got some jabs in too. It was a mini-ex tour. Then off to the in-laws to conclude all awkwardness with a family dinner with both sets of parents. I will remember the humorous moments but selectively forget K and I at each other’s throats for a minute.

Saturday gets a 6.5. Did I do Friday? I think Friday was a 7. Sunday was a firm 6. More productive but approaching normal.

Today I find myself craving some drinking more than normal with low energy. But I’ve kept moving, maybe a 6 or a 5? I did have a bit of an attitude set back after trying on a majorly unflattering dress and remembering my social obligations for Saturday night. My body image is sinking as the weight I’ve gained back sticks to places I’d never seen them before. I’m also a bit concerned that I’m becoming more anti-social than normal. I’m disliking the busyness of the city more and more.

In other me news, Gaslight Anthem’s album comes out today although we can’t download it until tomorrow. I kind of want to get the album, get in my car and go park somewhere where I can see stars with a flask and listen to the whole thing. I think I’ll fall in love and have my heart broken over and over.