I did really well with points yesterday. Old Woman would be so proud of me. I met friends for dinner, but I ate my Smart Ones first so I really just met them for wine :) I should'nt have. While I didn't have that much wine, it really hit me because I was hungry. Turned out to be an awkward time and I put my foot in my mouth (0 points) a few times. Probably won't be drinking on an empty stomach any time soon.
On the drive home I was listening to Ray LaMontagne's
Lesson Learned and I just had a breakdown. I was thinking of things that were discussed over dinner - rude things that people have said to me about my weight - and it was just all too much. Needless to say I sat in my car for a good fifteen minutes, trying to compose myself, but I looked like a wreck.
When do we finally let go of all that baggage? How can those assholes still have that effect on me? And why did I allow these people in my life after they'd treated me so badly?
Because the words are so fitting...
• Lesson Learned • by Ray Lamontagne
Well the truth it fell so heavy
Like a hammer through the room
That I could choose another over her
You always said I was an actor, baby
Guess in truth you thought me just amateur
That you never saw the signs
That you never lost your grip
Oh, come on now
That's such a childish claim
Now I wear the brand of traitor
Don't it seem a bit absurd
When it's clear I was so obviously framed
When it's clear I was so obviously framed
Now you act so surprised
To hear what you already know
And all you really had to do was ask
I'd have told you straight away
All those lies were truth
And all that was false was fact
Now you hold me close and hard
But I was like a statue at most
Refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt
Now you're clawing at my throat
And you're crying all is lost
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt
Well the truth it fell so heavy
Like a hammer through the room
That I could choose another over her
You always said I was an actor, baby
Guess in truth you thought me just amateur
Was it you who told me once
Now looking back it seems so real
That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill
So why is it now after I had my fill
That you steal from me the sorrow that I've earned
Shall we call this a lesson learned?
Shall we call this a lesson learned?