Well, what the hell...

I've been inspired to write down my thoughts by reading I'm Not the New Me by Wendy McClure. She is very witty and interesting and with much disappointment in store I want to be witty and interesting too. But guess what I live in IDAHO of all freaking places, now I know that is not fair to say but I am still not used to living in such a foreign land. I suppose this is how people feel coming from another country, strangely out of place and the natives always can tell you are not supposed to be there. That would be me, I am worse than the devil to these people I am from CALIFORNIA!!!!!

I just got home from playing Bunco, something normally only grandma's do but the girls I play with are fun. But that group sure can make you feel like shit about your body. Most are blonde and gorgeous, bodies to die for. One is 36 and is awesome, I am 23 and I have never looked that good. On the way home I was thinking, "maybe I'll stop eating," then I realize I am weak and would never succeed.

For a first entry I think I did not quite satisfy my expectations, but I will try again tomorrow. I am planning on going to the gym, what do you think the likely hood of that happening is?