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Month in an entry Ok. So i haven't written in all this time. What can I say? Not a lot. Still driving with my driving instructor and now I'm driving with Dawn too. Things went well for a couple of days, just getting used to the car and then driving it for the first time - being new to me and everything. But for the past couple of times I've just wanted to give up. I've thrown the keys on the floor, anywhere away from me. The further away the better. Given them to my mum, and have seriously considered giving up altogether, having mum sell her car, and if/when I do eventually pass my driving test getting out a loan and buying a brand new car like the one I'm driving. I'm finding it way too stressful. I've been doing exercises everyday and in the first couple of weeks I noticed a difference. I actually have a wasit I haven't seen for years. All of a sudden the exercises don't seem to be doing anything. Not one pound has been lost, nor an inch around any part of my body. Getting frustrated with all of this, I thought even if I didn't lose weight I might tone up. Wrong. Arguing with Mark is hurting me. It's all we ever seem to do, whatever he says. Apparently I cause arguements out of nothing and I can't help it. I don't even know I'm doing it. Hope I can control this because it's really getting on my nerves, no doubt on Marks and well I don't know how things are going to turn out if it carries on. His (Conor/Dad) 70th birthday on Sunday. Oh joy, that should be fun. We're going out for a meal, his treat, only trouble is that Mark and Carol are coming and I really don't think I can stand sitting at a table with her there flicking her hair and him just being the smug bastard he is. At the moment it's known that I'm not going. We will see how this pans out. |