I think it's time for a good post.
I started working at Kohl's a month ago. I hate doing truck; taking stuff from the box as the box is shoved down the line in horrendous heat and humidity. Not my cup of tea. But it's getting easier. I've done a lot of register shifts, which has made me very happy. I like talking to people and I love circling how much money they saved.

I deleted my mom off facebook. I feel so much better not hearing her dumb comments or listening to her complain about Roger. She has a 10 x 10 house she gives him for free to do around the house stuff. Of course she doesn't give him a list, she just expects him to be her slave. She constantly goes through "I'm going to kick him out"/"we worked it out." I don't want to hear about it.
Anyways, I had my engagement ring re-sized because I've gained weight. I don't need my wedding band re-sized, despite buying them at the same time. So I write a post about it. She comments "larger or smaller" As if she didn't know. It's obvious I've gained weight. I'm sick of these little weight comments. My mom doesn't understand that medicine makes you insanely hungry or low metabolism. It is only caused by what you eat and how much you eat.

I get married in 5 months. Yay! I'm very happy. I finally got done with my month long manic episode. I lost 15 pounds. Finally. Then I got on a new medicine, which slowed down my mania, and majorly added my appetite. I'm trying so hard to loose weight or keep a weight and I can't. It's so frustrating. I'm going to ask my doctor to change to something, until I find someone that doesn't put the 15 pounds I lost in a month back in a week.