Stress

Work is ridiculous.
I've been written up twice in the last week. One write up was because I forgot my tie.
Once.

My hours were cut severely. I worked yesterday (Monday) and now I don't work until Sunday.

Bree, the manager a step below me, wants my job. She thinks its my fault she isn't getting paid as much as me, but its really just because she sucks.

So I put in my two weeks notice. I'm sick of the constant power stuggle and being pushed around.
And my boss KNOWS I need my hours.

So I picked up more hours at my other job.
Now my boss called me and she wants me to come in and meet with her on Friday about my two weeks notice. Blarg.

My dad Is probably going to jail. His court date is on the 30th.
If he does go to jail, I'm going to have to move in with my younger brother and sister and support them. Being an adult sucks.

Christmas

Ate lots of fruit.
Spent wayyyy too much time with my family.
My brother is a spoiled little bitch.

Its sad how almost everywhere I go, I'm the fattest person there, but with my family I'm the smallest.

Working all day tomorrow.

I haven't slept much lately.

I don't understand what im not seeing

He tells me I'm beautiful, perfect, out of his league.

I don't understand. Its the other way around.

My dad has a court date on the 30th. He might be going to jail.
If he does, that means I'm going to have to move in with my younger sister and 9 year old brother. Good thing I have a second job.

My car is breaking down. One more bill to pay.

Its hard to keep my head above water, hard to keep swimming when I don't know how.

I have a lot going on right now.

Happy holidays.

Past 160.

Revolting.

He deserves me to be better than this.

Gotta bring on my A game. 150 by christmas? Doable.

December.

I took the job at Panera.
The bf and I are doing great.

i'm getting super fat. I havent weighed myself in about a week. I'm terrified.

I hope I get my period in a few days. That would be nice.

I tried donating blood today, but my hemoglobin was too low. So I ate a ton of food for nothing.


Need to get back on track.

Also. My boyfriend, Omar, likes playing with my fat more than my boobs.
FML.