It's Time....

A few months of feeling sorry for yourself can really pack on the pounds. Seriously....So enough is enough. I am at the heaviest I have ever been and not feeling very good about myself. No one else is to blame but myself, but sometimes you just have to get things off your chest so that you can make things happen, ya know?

In other news, I hit up the local Market Basket today and had literally the scariest check out experience of my life. The store was unusually busy, which was totally annoying and I wanted to kill everyone, but the girl that was my cashier was CREEPY. She was literally like talking the entire time she checking me and everyone else out.

She had been telling this same story to the first couple of people that were in front of me and I was half listening, so I knew that I was next. So I was next...no hello, how are you today? Just went right into telling me about how she went to a spa this weekend and how it wasn't relaxing, how her friend got hypnotised and how was was talking Spanish and something about having to ring a bell? Um...SKETCH. During this story, I turned to look at the woman that was bagging the groceries, she was either not paying attention to the story, had heard it a zillion times, or was so annoyed that she was holding back her anger.

So, I took my things and started to walk off, no goodbye, have a nice day...nothing. She started right in on the old dude behind me. Wonder how he was going to like that story?