I lied to my psych doc during our last meeting. I told her that now that early summer is finally here I can go outside and get some exercise. As I was saying the words, I knew I was lying. Of course I won't go outside. How can I, when I am so scared to leave the apartment that I can barely go to the laundry room two floors down? I am so afraid that people will point and stare and call me names that just the thought of going out makes my mouth dry up. The problem is that she weighed me and said, "won't it be fun to see how much you've lost until next time?" Yeah, it's going to be hilarious.
As you can see, both aforementioned problems would fix themselves with a little bit of exercise/weight loss. How hard can it be?
We went to see Alien: Covenant at the early showing today and it was just the boyfriend and I there, in the largest theatre. It was glorious, and I give the movie a 3.75 out of 5. Then we went to my favourite pub and I had their veggie burger, a slice of deep fried celeriac with haloumi on top, and a pint of Magners Irish Dry Cider, which of course made me tipsy, and it was like the best birthday ever. No cake, no gifts, no people. Although I did cheat and got a gift for myself, from Amazon. His name is Freddie after Freddie Mercury and he is a green sea turtle (it's World Turtle Day today on my b-day which is just fantastic because I LOVE sea turtles). I've dabbed some essential oils on him to help me sleep.
|it's so fluffy!|