F My Life

For the most part, I don't hate life. Really I don't. BUT when you throw at me:

1. my students bombing a standardized test that reflects my teaching
2. terrible cravings and moodiness
3. wanting to eat an entire cake
4. my boyfriend saying about the wrongest thing he could have possibly said
5. me losing my debit card

I'm not going to have a sunny disposition.

I'm still effing on plan even though I REALLY don't want to be. I want CAKE. I want ICE CREAM.

Problem: I don't want to be fat for the rest of my life AND I've worked WAY too hard for this. Damn.