I used to have a very strict view on promises. I still do. Any little promise made is as sacred as the Ten Commandments in my eyes. But recently, I’ve begun to feel like such a hypocrite. I’m slipping up with my promises. For instance, before Mark left I promised I would keep myself busy while he was away. I promised I would enroll in a gym program and get a bikini figure before he got back. I promised I wouldn’t mope around the house and stare at the computer the whole day (as you know from my previous entry, that isn’t going so well). I promised I would go out with friends (on the slim chance that my friends would be up for it). I promised I’d treat him to an eat-all-you-can dinner once he got back. Lastly, I promised him I would be waiting for him.
Going over it now, it seems that the last promise is the only one I’m keeping.
1st Promise Broken: Thou shall go to the gym.
I’ve gone up a dress size. Make fun of me all you want! I deserve it for being such a pig.
My family isn’t helping me much either. This is pretty easy to explain. I’m a giant in the real world. With my family, I’m the David amongst the Goliaths. That really doesn’t bother me on most days. It is when they try to convince me that my chubby physique looks better than the body I was comfortable with that I start to get miffed.
2nd Promise Broken: Thou shall not mope around the house and stare at the computer.
My last entry has probably given you a good look at how this promise is going. The only time I’ve stuck my head out the front door is to take my mother to the hospital. That is ofcourse, in addition to our weekly family trips to SM.
Oh! We’re leaving for Camuguin on Wednesday so I might be keeping this promise after all. My mom even bought me new clothes for the beach. I guess some of them shouldn’t be called clothes. Among them is a skimpy bikini that I actually allowed! Being abandoned has really fried my brains!
3rd Promise Broken: Thou shall spend time with girlfriends.
I haven’t seen my gal pals since our overnight adventure at Michelle’s house. I’m intent on keeping this one though! I’ve set up a lunch date for tomorrow.
So there!
Last Promise Broken: Though shall treat Mark to dinner upon his return.
Technically, I haven’t broken this one yet. I just don’t have as much cash on me during the summer. This could still change though. I am currently seeking employment.
I am not breaking the last promise on the list. As much as I constantly remind people that I have been abandoned for a rather queer dance camp, and as much as I loath my sorry existence for having had the dance camp picked over a summer with me, I will be here waiting when he gets back.
Screw the pointe shoes and leotards! Ballerinas and danseurs are more fun in jeans anyway!
Going over it now, it seems that the last promise is the only one I’m keeping.
1st Promise Broken: Thou shall go to the gym.
I’ve gone up a dress size. Make fun of me all you want! I deserve it for being such a pig.
My family isn’t helping me much either. This is pretty easy to explain. I’m a giant in the real world. With my family, I’m the David amongst the Goliaths. That really doesn’t bother me on most days. It is when they try to convince me that my chubby physique looks better than the body I was comfortable with that I start to get miffed.
2nd Promise Broken: Thou shall not mope around the house and stare at the computer.
My last entry has probably given you a good look at how this promise is going. The only time I’ve stuck my head out the front door is to take my mother to the hospital. That is ofcourse, in addition to our weekly family trips to SM.
Oh! We’re leaving for Camuguin on Wednesday so I might be keeping this promise after all. My mom even bought me new clothes for the beach. I guess some of them shouldn’t be called clothes. Among them is a skimpy bikini that I actually allowed! Being abandoned has really fried my brains!
3rd Promise Broken: Thou shall spend time with girlfriends.
I haven’t seen my gal pals since our overnight adventure at Michelle’s house. I’m intent on keeping this one though! I’ve set up a lunch date for tomorrow.
So there!
Last Promise Broken: Though shall treat Mark to dinner upon his return.
Technically, I haven’t broken this one yet. I just don’t have as much cash on me during the summer. This could still change though. I am currently seeking employment.
I am not breaking the last promise on the list. As much as I constantly remind people that I have been abandoned for a rather queer dance camp, and as much as I loath my sorry existence for having had the dance camp picked over a summer with me, I will be here waiting when he gets back.
Screw the pointe shoes and leotards! Ballerinas and danseurs are more fun in jeans anyway!
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