fat court

continuing my discussion on obesity, my friend had this suggestion:


Friend: it should be like child molestation. highly looked down upon and wrong
Friend: OMG, they should have FAT COURT
Mikaylah113: yeah
Friend: and make people work out
Mikaylah113: HAHAHAHAHA
Friend: if they are fat
Friend: that would be your sentence
Friend: a court appointed dietician
Friend: and a trainer
Mikaylah113: hahaha
Friend: and you have to go on parole and lose weight
Friend: it would be GREAT!
Mikaylah113: and if you gain weight you have to pay
Friend: yes.
Friend: a fine for each pound

i'm not asleep yet, but not because i can't. i feel like there's so much to do at night! since i spend a lot of time away from the house (french on monday and tuesday nights til 21:00, pilates/yoga on tuesdays and thursdays till 20:00 - btw that is NOT known as "military time." it is 24-hour time. just subtract 12 for a time more palatable.) and there's so many things i want to do. today before yoga i came home and while having my tea (as mentioned in my list i have tea twice a day even in summer) outside (the weather was absolutely gorgeous) i read half of this month's (july's) vogue. so i want to read that. i'm reading a tale of two cities and i'd like to move through that, though it's so hard readjusting to dickens after a two-year hiatus. need also to find another en español, so as not to allow that part of my brain to atrophy. anyone have any suggestions? anything new out by isabel allende, gabriel garcia marquez, mario vargas llosa or anyone else?

mentally i've been doing slightly better - today at the gym i didn't have any frightening thoughts overwhelm me. last thursday was bad - i almost left my yoga class crying. it's just like everything was starting to surround me, everything screaming all at once "what is the point of anything! babies are nice but what does it matter if it's all going to end anyway?!" why did i ever even think that in the first place? now i can't seem to forget it! i don't know what it is, but everytime i'm at the gym i just feel thatmuchmore depressed. not much. but enough to increase my heart rate slightly. i don't know why. maybe because of pam (the old lady i couldn't stand at work) who works out there as well. on tuesday she came to the pilates class. i really like to go to the gym, do my workout, all without saying more than like ten sentences. just seeing her makes me more anxious. i try to sneak by her unnoticed. the gym is not a place to socialize. it's a place for me to be as vain as possible (ie, i always choose a spot in the studio where i can see myself in at least one of the mirrors while doing yoga because i like to stare at myself. plus i think it's healthy to see your body as a thing of beauty .) plus it doesn't increase my desire to converse with her when every time i see her she says the same things to me. asks me if i'm really returning to the school next year? telling me that i'm so much better than what i do.

anyway i'd better go to bed. now i feel my 400-thread-count pillowcases bought at TJ Maxx calling my red head towards them.

bonne nuit.