I popped out on my lunch hour and used part of the gift certificate I got for Christmas to the fancy shoe store, in an effort to lift my spirits. I bought super cute new shoes, but not even that had the pleasure it used to contain. Now I KNOW I'm in trouble.

Actually, I think the shoe experience didn't do it for me because all I saw in the mirror in the store was a tired looking fat girl with a big zit on her chin and a cute pair of shoes on her feet.

In addition to the fixing of my mood, I need to get back to fixing my body. Nothing in my damned closet fits anymore and I can't afford to (and don't want to) buy new clothes. So, no more fucking around!!