January Recap

How sad is it when you think for 2 minutes and January Recap is the best title of the bunch? Sad, I tell you!

I lost just over 7 pounds in January. That's something of a miracle as I've been an eating machine since we went down to Illinois. Lobster ravioli, people! Calamari. Bread dipped in EVOO. Fr@ppucinos. And it's continued (but on a smaller scale) since we got home. Maybe I wasn't eating enough because I was bouncing between the 3-5 pound gone for 2 weeks and when I weighed myself the Monday after our return I was at 6 pounds gone. Lobster ravioli and KFC and mac & cheese and chocolate. Plus TOM started on Tuesday so I imagine there's a couple pounds of water in each boob alone.

Speaking of TOM, starting marriage counseling the night before is probably not the wisest thing. I was a mess. We were ordered not to fight outside of the sessions since it's so destructive. The counselor's role is to get us the not be so reactive to each other so that we can make decisions in a calm, rational, zen-like state. I'm pretty much not talking to Sunny at all now. Only when I must. Not that we fought constantly, but they are pretty brutal so I can go along with that edict. I'm not holding out much hope for this relationship lasting much longer. We have another session Monday. Yay. A root canal would be less painful.

Sunny pissed off his sister Saturday night when he rebuffed a hug from her. She extends an olive branch to him and he rebuffed her! Fuckhead. So I told her if she needs to tell her folks about this situation, go ahead. And she did. His mom called me Wednesday and we had a nice talk. They are being totally supportive and even offered me their spare room should I need it. I've turned into Jenn!fer An!ston. Only without the fab body and career and money and J@son Lew!s. If there's life after Br@d P!tt, there's got to be life after Sunny.

My family still knows nothing. If, by some miracle, we do get through this, I don't want there to be bad feelings between anyone. I learned that when my brother and his wife had problems. It's still hard to be nice to her knowing what she put him through.

I started working on the bathroom, but it's going slowly. When I realized I wasn't going to get even the bulk of it done by the time Sunny came home from NYC, I decided not to kill myself to get it completed. So I'm working on it when the mood strikes me. This could take all year people. Yesterday I was trying to get the purple paint off the trim. I went through 2 types of G00f 0ff and the only effective means of paint removal is sandpaper. Of course, it's a bit harsh on the stain, so I only did a small portion and am trying W00dsheen today to see if it will spruce up the baseboards. Then I'll get medieval on the rest of the trim. I've never seen such a God-awful mess in my life. Cheap pine trim with huge splotches of wood putty trying to cover the nail heads and big blobs of purple paint. I figured as long as I'm trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, I may as well try to do it right.

My neighbor gave me this for Christmas and I currently have the "I'm having my period and can therefore legally kill you" page displayed. It fits, trust me.