Depending on when my family's Easter dinner is planned, Adam and I are still going camping that weekend. We'll just come back early for the dinner. Sunday will still be a detox day; alcohol sales are prohibited, because this state sucks.
Hope there's no alcohol at the dinner. If I refuse a drink, everyone's going to think I'm pregnant. Then I'll have to say I'm not pregnant, there will be an awkward silence, I'll try to crack a joke about it, and then there will be more awkward silence.
A diet. I'll say I'm on a diet.
But then my mom, who tends to be a tad critical, will make some kind of comment... either "oh good, I was worried about your weight," or "you don't need a diet -- what if you get anorexia?!?!?!" You know, I really wish she would just tell me the perfect weight.
And, actually, if I said I was on a diet, there would still be awkward silence, because surely people can tell that I've gained a lot of weight. When someone who weighs a lot says they're going on a diet, what are you supposed to say? Even a hearty "good for you!" would bother me, because that means they've noticed that I've fattened up. And an oblivious "why go on a diet?" will only be interpreted in my brain as encouragement to drink.
Not much luck so far in Adam's job search. He's in "fuck it" mode. I'm just worried about money, especially since we seem to be hemorrhaging money on booze and smokes.
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