I'm still doing it

[nephartiti]

Well, H didn't call again. I checked my e-mail and he responded to the e-mail with the pics that I sent last night. That was surprising. He usually doesn't respond. He said they were "awesome". Trust me, they were not. He very nicely offered constructive criticism my suggesting I adjust the flash. He is into photography. I'm just a point and shooter. Anyway, he was nice about it.

My SIL made me squeeze into a size 5 pair of jeans today. I can't remember the last time I wore a size five.

It is very hard for me to cut the phone calls short. I feel like I am being rude. I don't want him to feel rejected. However, when I felt rejected, I responded by bending over backwards to reach out to him and make him happy. Maybe there is something to this. Well, it's scary to me, but we shall see what happens. It is a work of art to end a phone call gracefully.

I'm not even 30 yet, and I feel like everything is loose and hanging too. Luckily, I am still nursing, so at least my breasts are valuable assets at the moment. With the right clothes, you don't notice my imperfect abs. Without clothes? Yikes! Let's not go there.

Tomorrow is another day. Let's make it a good one!