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I've finally hit my 20 pound mark. The weight isn't falling off as fast as it was at first and that is understandable. My body is adjusted and now I need to kick it in to second gear. I quit my full time job. It wasn't worth all the time it took up and it definitely wasn't worth putting up with the women that I worked with. (Not all of them, especially not Darla :))

But, now I will have more time and hopefully more energy to work out and more motivation to get my butt back in school and finish my degree for Creative Writing. I really would like to get back into writing (fiction and poetry) and not just a blog every week or so.

Well, what do I do now? I've been eating the same things and doing the same workout and I feel like I have nothing else to tell you about it. You know it all.

I will tell you a funny story though. I was leaving a bar and I was waiting for two of my friends inside. A lady hit my car with her car door and when I got out to look at it she antagonized me about looking at my door. She called me a dumb white bitch and told me to stop flipping out when I actually didn't say a single word to her. I let it all go until she told me to get my fat ass back in my car and that's when it was on. But, of course she pulled away as she was screaming this out her car door.

I am fat, but I'm working on it, I just wish people could come up with a better insult. Like I haven't heard I was fat since I was born. My own grandmother told me I was just so pretty but if I lost weight then I could get a boyfriend. Psshh.

Oh, and I had a cousin tell me that I'd never get a serving job being overweight. I already had worked at a restaurant for two years as a server and I work as a server now. And no, not at a rundown mom and pop place either.

There mother fuckers. FUCK YOU.

(My grandmother is not a mother fucker)

That's all.

-Tristin

PS. If you go out to eat look online before you go at their nutritional facts. It will make you think twice about what you order and where you go. Scary.