I blog a lot.
My stomach is totally fucking hating me.
I ate badly this weekend and today.
Bad Kat.
Burger at like 3 am Sunday morning after partying.
Burger for lunch with fries and a shake.
Wings and fries for dinner.
Taco smell today.
Yeah, it hates me.
Never got to do my tests today which would help explain the drastic weight loss I have been doing but I swear, I will go tomorrow. I put it off for like 3 weeks already and need to have it done before next Tuesday.
Doc gonna be mad I stalled so long but I'm so sick and tired of being poked and prodded and needled and bent and xrayed and MRId and shit like that.
I'm so over this crap.
Just fix my back, tell me what the weight issue is, don't make me take insulin and I will be a happy girl.
Ugh. I hate this shit.
