Sunday

I tried Yoga today. I got about 15 minutes in and then got really tired. Tired enough that I fell asleep on the couch and never saw the end of the video. How pathetic is that? I feel like a big fatty. I'm hoping that feeling won't last much longer. I'm actually tired of being out of shape and feeling old, even though I'm not much of a fan of working out, either. Anyway, we'll see if I can ever manage to get to the end of the video. I also realized today that I have a bike that I think I've ridden maybe 4 times, so that's another goal for the summer. Is it possible to have too many goals? I suppose not, but first I should figure out what to do about this laziness and procrastination thing I have going on.

I saw the old boy today, along with his brother and parents. Kind of an odd group. It's a little strange to be around someone else's family right after being around my own. My family is so much different from his family, and as much as I like them, I like my family better.

Still no word from the new boy. I'll probably give it one more shot and then let it lie. I don't know what else to say about that, except that I'd had higher hopes for the whole thing. I even mentioned him to my mom, which was probably a giant mistake. Now I'm going to have to explain one more failure to her and she's going to be all bummed because she thinks I'm too difficult or demanding or ambitious or something and no boys want to be with me because of that. Yes, Mom, it's my fault that the boys don't stick around. It's not because they suck. But I suppose she's still of the world that believes that wife material is made of girls that obey and make dinner and say 'yes, dear' and so on. We all know that I don't do that, and never will. At least not because I want to hang on to a guy. It would be because I want to. I guess being independent comes with its own price.