Sunday again. This is me just before I was heading out on a walk tonight. Actually my second walk for the day. I went to my mom’s house earlier to (re)wash my uniform tops and I talked her into taking a walk with me when I was there. We took about a 25 minute walk around the block, but when I got home I decided I wanted to take another walk. Partly because the weather tonight is just gorgeous, and partly because I’ve been trying to walk closer to 45 minutes a day.

I ended up walking for probably another 40 minutes. About 5 minutes from my house, I had to stop and wait for a train. Just when I got on the other side of the tracks, some guy leaned out of his car and yelled “Hey, you’re fat!” Uh… no shit? I don’t understand what compels people to do shit like that. What kind of response are they expecting? “Oh! I didn’t realize I was fat! Well, now that you have brought this obesity to my attention, let me do something about it!” Oh wait… I’m already hauling my fat ass around the block for that exact reason.

Seriously, I don’t get it. I do a good enough job of feeling unattractive, and feeling bad about myself without your help, thank you. Just another peach on top of an already lovely day. I think for now, I’m going to take one of my books and go to bed.