I...don't kill animals...cuz it's wrong? Yeah, that's the ticket.

We're going down to see my mother today. It's been a few months since I've taken her granddaughter down to see her, and I'm sure she's excited about seeing me as well.

She'll be making lunch, she said, as she doesn't have a whole lot of money. I almost want to offer to buy lunch for all of us, just so that I can get to a restaurant with somewhat healthy food...but no. There's nothing healthy around there. It's a podunk town in the big middle of nowhere-ville, nothing but steakhouses and burger joints for as far as fat eyes can see. That's all they need. No one cares to be thin around there. All they do is farm corn and hay and raise cattle and horses.



Yes. That's where I'm from.

You caught me.

I'm a country girl, born and raised.

Not so much anymore. But it's pretty difficult to erase those roots.
I still ADORE the scent of a horse's skin...I used to press my face into my colt's soft, warm neck and just..breathe him in. It's such a distinctive, earthy smell, and it's comforting and wildly untamed at the same time. I miss him.

But I digress. Food! I've had oatmeal today and that's all I wanted to eat all day, maybe some eggwhites and veggies later, but NO! Definitely not what she has in store for us!

"Chicken tenders and mashed potatoes...B will eat that, right?"

*awkward pause while I think*

"..uh...Yeah, of course..she loves that kind of stuff."



*racing thoughts, make an excuse, make an excuse! come up with a reason as to WHY you can't eat that stuff...*

Vegan? I could say I've gone vegan. That won't save me from the potatoes...unless! Unless she's already put milk and butter into them! Yes!

She won't believe me.

I could just bring something for myself, sure, but that would be rude. And my mother, like me, takes pride in cooking for her loved ones.

I can't do that to her.

So I've decided to eat a bit of her lunch, just a few bites, concentrate mostly on B and her eating, hopefully distracting my mom with other stuff I'm sure she'll be easily distracted with...like my new piercing she's going to loathe. Oh, that should be fun. Why in the hell would I get a piercing in my lip, you ask? Because I like it. Thanks.

I'm wearing long sleeves to hide the four new tattoos that I have since the last time I saw her. Yeah, she wouldn't like that very much.

Lying? Sort of. Keeping the peace? Certainly.

It's worth it.

I was supposed to have left an hour ago. You know what I've done? Blogged. Sat here and wrote this, but spent most of my time reading and commenting. Why? Apparently I'm addicted to you guys. What can I say? You girls kick some major ASS. Thin, toned, beautifully perfectly cellulite-free ASS. ;)

I'm gonna go. I'm dizzy and loving it. My body wants food. My mind is stronger. Thin wins this one.

Stay lovely, my beauties.
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