Stuffed

My stomach has gotten bigger.  I can’t breathe easily because of that.  I’ve been stuffing myself with junk.  I hate it but I can’t help it.  You have a feeling like you want something–as in really want it but then it isn’t really happening yet.  Like for once in your life you know what you want and so you hope that you get it.

But then I still love jogging.  I jogged a little this morning. 

I also got my period today.

I also spent time with my niece.  She is such a nice girl–playful and charming.