Sunday, January 25, 2004

Tom’s half-dollars ended up selling for $38 to someone in New York, and I’m a little worried over the fact that out of the 20 or so feedbacks they have, they have one negative one. They took their sweet time in paying for something they won, and with our shit luck, this may happen to us, too.

We ended up going to Walmart at around midnight. I got another sleeper shirt with black dots, only this one’s blue.

We also got those pasta pots with holes in their covers for draining spaghetti when you lock the cover in place.

I did get Fairytopia, but they didn’t have the pink or blue one so I got the lavender one. It’s really beautiful and the lavender hair is way cool looking. She has a touch of lavender body glitter and even her skin has a faint lavender hue to it. I’d like to get the other colors someday and put them on matching stands.

Despite my 1500-calorie intake yesterday and my 2-hour workout, I’m up 2 pounds to 129. I always jump up when I hit 127. I guess those who say exercising doesn’t really burn calories and that the only way to avoid extra calories is to not have them in the first place are right. I still don’t think anything’s wrong, because what about the millions of other middle-aged people who can’t lose weight? They don’t all have something wrong. Besides, if I did, I wouldn’t want to know. After all the years of dealing with quack doctors, I wouldn’t want to have to deal with it. As long as I don’t get sick or end up gaining hundreds of pounds, I’m fine with staying where I’m at, even if it means I’m pretty chunked out. I’m still going to bounce too, as it keeps me fit. I am in totally awesome shape. I have great strength, and stamina and am fairly flexible for my age. Because I have a lot of fat, though, it’s hard to tell how muscular I really am.

Just when I thought there’d never be any more, there were 16 downloads within my Barbie and fashion doll album.

Later…

Just finished workout 3 of 4. I’m doing a total of 2 hours a day. Since the mini sticks burn for half an hour I bounce to one of those to keep my time while I play MP3s. I know it’s a lot of exercise to maintain the same overweight weight, but if I sit on my ass and do nothing, I’ll be an inch wider each month.

At least I’ve sorted through the facts and myths throughout both my experience and research. I know for one that it’s bullshit to say you can do or take things to speed up your metabolism any more than you can change your shape. If we could change our shapes, we could change our heights. We can make slight alterations, but that’s about it. Boyish figures simply don’t become curvy and curvy figures don’t suddenly become lanky. Once we’re full-grown, we’ve pretty much developed whatever shape we’re going to be.

Paula’s off probation next month, but knowing her, it’ll just be a matter of time before she’s right back on it. Paula’s crimes of violence are anything but framed or trumped up. She’s the genuine article, I’m afraid. Massachusetts may be mild compared to Arizona, but still, the system doesn’t get it. It just doesn’t get it. You can’t force help on those who don’t want to be helped and you can’t make people change their ways. It’s human nature to rebel against dictatorship, so the more you try to boss people around, the more they’re going to rebel. It’s not mostly about change and rehabilitation as far as the system goes anyway; it’s about power and control.

If all goes well I’ll have my supplies tomorrow and will hear from Ricki some time during the week, too.

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