Apr 23
“in good condition”
Apparently, my father neglected to share a previously unmentioned condition of the trip to Tunisia: that I need to be “in good condition.”
By this, he means I need to be thinner. I told him that if that’s the condition, then he should call the airline and the resort right now and try to get his money refunded because I am not going with strings attached. Would I like to lose weight by then? Sure! Am I going to stress out and freak out about it? Hell no. If he’s going to give me shit about it for the next five weeks, I’m happier just staying home and taking a vacation that I’ll actually enjoy sometime later - even if I have to pay for it. That’s fine. It’s not worth my mental health to deal with this crap.
He was in a particularly shitty mood today, and this might pass… but I can’t count on that. URGH.
Whatever. I have one paper left and then I have all the time in the world after work to take long bike rides and treadmill runs. I can’t do much Pilates or yoga because of the wrist, but what few positions I can do, I will. I will be fine in whatever state I’m in by the end of May; if he has an issue with it or is embarrassed to bring me out of the country, that’s his problem and he’ll have to stomach the loss of a few thousand dollars if his pride will be THAT hurt.
I hate ending the weekend in anger. It usually puts a bad spin on the week ahead… but I think I can settle in comfortably enough to prevent that. I am going to fold some laundry, do a mini facial with my clay mask and “Little Japanese Girl” soap from Lush, and then read for a bit. It’s still sort of early, so if I need to take sleeping pills, I can take them in the next half hour or so and not suffer for it in the morning.
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