Truth and bowling
I weight 186 pounds. In my adult life, I have been a size 2. I’ve also been a size 20. My weight has bounced up and down pretty much ever since puberty. While many of my counterparts chose partying, alcohol, drugs, sex or shopping to dull pains in their lives, I have always used food. When I’m stressed, I eat. When I’m sad, I eat. When Curt and I get in a fight, I eat. When I’m bored, I eat.
It’s time to make a good try to lose this weight. So, using my l33t Excel skills and track my weight every week, and post a weekly chart! Yay, weight loss is fun!
(It’s always all fun and games until my stomach starts to shrink and it feels like an alien is trying to gnaw its way out of my body.)
Anyway, so this last weekend was my sister’s and my grandfather’s birthdays! We went bowling for the sister’s birthday, and out to dinner for grandfather’s.
Curt and me at the bowling alley.
Brother Wonk and his wife, Sister Powla.
Future brother-in-law Jason.
Sister Piggy, Brother Truc, Brother Vuong, and Sister Powla.
Carter, my grandfather’s cat.
My grandfather, blowing out the candles on his birthday cake. He turned 88!
A whole bunch of Hoangs.