Single in the Ghetto

This is the true story of a single unemployed-by-choice mom who lives with her pseudo-boyfriend Joel and their toddler son Tyson in a trailer park near Denver, Colorado. She is highly educated and a bit too glamorous for her current neighborhood, but the situation is hilarious and tragic at the same time. Will ghetto life make her humble and sympathetic to her "manufactured housing community" neighbors or will it just make her even more snobbish? A blog about life in general.

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Location: near Denver, Colorado, United States

Sunday, September 10, 2006

I'm Huuuunnnggrrry!

I've been doing really well with my diet. It's Day Three of starving, but what I call starving isn't what's defined by the U.N. I'm sure. Trust me, I really am eating; I'm just not eating whatever I want, whenever I want, which is how I gained these 20 pounds that I am now saying buh-bye to. It doesn't help that I've been looking at on-line recipes for Coca-Cola cake. I'm having a terrible cake craving.

I still get a glass of sweet tea in the morning. I can't possibly live without my sugared-up tea. I've tried making it with Splenda, but it tastes disgusting. Joel made some scrambled eggs for Tyson for breakfast, but I knew he wouldn't eat them, so I ate the two eggs and a little bit of scrapple. After that, I went back to sleep while Tyson napped at 1 p.m. We didn't get up until 4:30! I had one KFC drumstick for lunch/snack, and then I made baked fish for dinner with scalloped potatoes and green beans. See? All in all I'm not eating much. For a small treat I did munch on a couple handfuls of caramel popcorn that Joel bought yesterday. And there is a huge bag of it just sitting on the table.

I've been making a huge effort not to be nasty toward him. That's my first goal. I've resolved that I should try to be nicer and not grumble and bitch and complain. I think this blog helps me a lot with my feelings. Writing has always been a good outlet for me. It helps me reflect; it helps me get anger off my chest. It helps me to keep my resolve. At least writing here lately, I've felt that way.

It's been thunderstorming the past few days. A lot today, so I haven't been walking. But I did some crunches last night and I can feel it in my abs today. I would like to go out somewhere tomorrow, but I'm not sure if we will. I would love to drive to Rocky Mountain National Park and just walk around and get some pictures. I wish Tyson could walk though. That would make it so much easier. But he'll be walking soon enough I'm sure. He'll be 15 months old on Sept. 17, and my hope is that he'll be walking by the end of the month.

Other than the diet, not much is going on right now and it is late. My Glamour magazine finally came in the mail today (but the renters' check didn't!) so I'm going to go snuggle up in bed and see what fall fashions are out there that I might actually consider wearing.