2011 SLC Undie Run

So much FUN!! I went to this seriously like 45 mins after waking up. Hence the no make- up. I am glad I went though. It was really fun and awesome to see so many people there. We all set a new Guinness world record for the most people to run in their underwear at once. The previous record was 500 something. Enjoy these unflattering pictures!

Me and Chelsea

Pat and Chelsea

UT State Capitol Building

Me and Twiz at the capitol being fat

Jason on a police bike

Travis too...This policeman was letting everyone sit on his bike.

New record!!

Pac-Man

God Dammit!

I am officially the last one of my childhood friends to get married. No, don't get confused now. I am NOT, I repeat NOT getting married. All of my friends are now though. Fuck! No wonder I collect dogs. Those broads are busy pushing out kids and planning weddings. I get home from work and spend the majority of my night staring into my empty refrigerator and brushing my cat that I hate, because I hate her.

It's OK, they can have play dates with their kids and double dates with their husbands. I'll be home watching re runs of intervention and crying myself to sleep because I'm 3 years away from being a weird old dog lady. I need to delete my facebook right about now. Its seriously fucking depressing me.

In reading the posts I have on here from the past its pretty clear that I am way overly obsessed with my weight. I am constantly dieting and working out. I am not a fat person by any means. I am 5'6 and 135 pounds (4 or 5 of which are boobs). No matter how skinny I get I still see nothing but flaws looking back at me in the mirror. I am so obsessed with my weight I seriously weigh myself after I use the bathroom. Its so dumb. Last winter I got down to 128 (I was also a very unhealthy raging alcoholic) and now that I am 7 pounds more I am kind of freaking out about it. There is more to life than constantly comparing myself to other skinnier girls. It seems as if I will not be happy until my thigh's don't touch at all (it is so close!). I need to happy in my own skin, I know this. It's just that saying that and actually doing that are 2 very different things. I recently started to listen to some pod casts that Joe Rogan does, he's really a fascinating person. The guests that he has on and the topics that they discuss make me realize how fucking insignificant my  own personal issues are compared to other things going on and other peoples problems. It made me feel like a dick for even caring about how I look when there are 400 pound people out there losing limbs from diabetes and i'm over here in my bathroom obsessing about how 1/4 inch of my thighs are touching and I ate too much last night and my stomach is not completely flat. Get a grip dummy.

I'm going to golf and be grateful that I have the awesome things and the awesome people I have in my life. No matter how bad things get for me there are ALWAYS people who have it way worse!