OK. So more on the ways I am trying to move into a better ELIZA. My mom and I have been trying (like the rest of humanity) to lose some weight. I have not had a "real" job and so I have some time on my hands. We went to talk to our doctor and he put us on a drug called phentermine. We went on it right before Halloween. The loss has been small in number but big in success. I can say with pride that I have lost 30 lbs. I have been able to through away so many clothes because they just don't fit anymore. It has been amazing. I hope it continues. It doesn't seem like much when you do the math but if it means that I can seem normal, happy, and not look like a deflated old balloon when I'm done then I am all for it.
So, all day, from the moment that first ray of annoying sunlight started invading the inner sanctum that is my bedroom, I wanted a day...one day for myself. I had this dream of being able to wake up, make myself a wonderful breakfast (all the while having music play in my head worthy of a 90's sitcom), lazily get dressed and begin to put my life back together. No family, no obligations, no guilt, just peace. The morning was wonderful. My brother, who never seems to get going till about noon, was not making noise in his shop that is located on the other side of my bedroom window. My parents were at work. And I was living my dream. All things were wonderful until the afternoon when, like a ball that rolls down a hill and lands in a pond of goo, the whole thing turned into a disaster. For some reason, I was just unable to recover. I couldn't pull it back to a place where the dream could continue living. Instead I turned into the worst version of myself, swearing at my family in my...
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