I feel so terrible, I had my dog in the back of the car today, and his head was out the window when I pushed the button to close it, I pushed the wrong window button and practically strangled him. OH. MY. GOD. What the HELL is wrong with me...???
You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're kidding right? The dog you saved? The one for whom you will do anything? I'm betting he goes to the doctor more often than you do. I know for a fact that you know more about supps that will help four-legged-furry-loves than you do about the ones for yourself.
Do you know the indignities my dog has to suffer every single day? She likes to go everywhere with me. (not sure what that's about. I keep trying to explain she's just going to sit in the driver's seat staring at the entrance to the store, but she doesn't listen.) And so she does. And I like to drive fast. And sometimes it ticks me off that she doesn't know how to sit, or position herself when I'm jockeying for the space at the light. Ya' know? (Yes, I have issues that bac has not helped with.)
So she tumbles around a bit. I know, I'm a bad dog-mom. she should be in a harness. She shouldn't wait in the car. whatev. It works for us. She'd hate a harness and I'd hate putting it on. Just sayin. I bet you have a harness.
You are so damn hard on yourself. There is not a damn thing wrong with you, not ONE, that getting rid of the bitch-beast won't fix. And I know. You've got your eyes on the goal, and I think it's fair to say that it won't take you as long as it's taken beatle. :H
(But don't tell her I said so. Love you too beatle, and no doubt it's just around the corner.)
So here's the thing. You are not in fact fat. You are not in fact bald. You are not a bad person. You are certainly not stupid. You have a disease. That's it. All other things are false. That one is true. Quit beating yourself up. I'll do it for you when the time is right.
I'm thankful that I don't have any of that guilt stuff going on, Catholic or otherwise. But apparently there is such a thing as a happy catholic stereotype in the Netherlands. I suggest you tap into some of that. Ask Low or Rusty what it is, because fuck if I know.
xx and oo.:h:h:h
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