☂A Bad combo of PMS and exhaustion.

My uncle and I drove down to the mountains to go to this New Year's Eve party, it was being held at some hotel in the mountains by a whole bunch of people that ski with my dad and sisters and brother and stepmother:(. It was a pretty lame party but that's not the point of the story. My uncle and I were only staying the night of the party then we were driving back to the farm; I was happy that I didn't have to spend much time with the step mother but not so happy that I would not be able to see more of my siblings. Well, the party went ok. It wasn't exciting but nothing all that aggravating happened. And then came morning.

It was a normal morning. I ate breakfast, I played with my siblings, I talked about my life back home, then step mother had to talk.

The subject of skiing came up (which is appropriate because we were in the mountains) and I commented on how I didn't like to ski, because I don't:P.

Them someone (I forget who) suggested that I should take up cross country. I replayed that I did not like cross country either. It is not that I can't do it. It is just I really don't like it.

Step mother then opened her big FAT mouth and said that I probably didn't like cross country because I would have to use cardiovascular endurance to do it (suggesting that it is physically too much work for me!).

I just HATE skiing!!!!!!!!

She can't go one night without making me feel bad about my fitness, weight, or my own mom. I Hate her!

ARG!!!!!

First she says I am too skinny (she was anorexic when she was young) then she says that I am pretty much fat!

She tells my sisters and brother that they are fat too.

It depresses me.

yours,

a dancer