The past couple of days haven't been my finest 48 hours. I've morphed into the bovine-iest of bovine. As I've said before, I reserve Saturdays as my cheat days, and yesterday was no different. Today, though...today is Father's Day and I have my son's father and my own father to celebrate and they both decided that they wanted steak. That would be okay if I had self-control, but it disappeared today and I went way overboard. I don't necessarily feel tons of guilt and I have a plan to offset the damage I've done, but who knows if that'll work.
I think a big part of my problem is that I don't have much of a support system. In fact, I have people that encourage my bad behavior. Boo hoo, right? There's really no one I can talk to when I'm feeling weak. I have me and that's it. Everyone else in my life is so caught up with themselves, but that has always been the case. I find that people only communicate with me when they have a problem or they need advice and it's infuriating, but I push my feelings of resentment aside for the most part. I've definitely cut a lot of people I was very close with out of my life in the past 6 months and I'm sure that eventually no one will be left. I know...shit just got real. But I'm okay with it. I actually prefer being alone. This blog helps.
That was a tangent. My apologies.
Back to steak. I've realized that I really don't like steak. Is that odd? I feel like people put steak on a pedestal, but it's just not for me. I didn't even get halfway through mine before I boxed it up and decided my dogs would appreciate it more than me. Give me Chick-fil-A over Ruth's Chris any day. Yeah, I said it.
I guess I'm just not in a humorous mood today. I probably shouldn't even post this blog entry, but this is my reality. I'll look back at this post and say to myself, "Self, you're an asshole sometimes." To that I say: why, yes...yes, I am.
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