Once again, today was yet another memorable one. First of all, I've never been a fan of holidays - only Thanksgiving. Here we are, though - Labor Day Weekend, ah. Thankfully I didn't have to produce any physical labor, just pure relaxation.
My family decided to delve into a barbecue at our local state park. My mother invited Kati and she willingly accepted the offer, unfortunately. Yes, you heard me correctly. I hate these types of ordeals: get-together[s]. I dread them in fact - never enjoyed them, mainly because I feel obligated to talk. Nonetheless, Kati met more of my family and seemed to enjoy the company. There was one incident which she felt uncomfortable, and that was because of my sister's friend, Heather. She has this major "crush" on me, and was constantly looking over in our direction - as if she was sexing me with her eyes. That's usually how it goes when girls look at me [just kidding]. It was sickening.
Anyway, it was an okay two hours spent. I wasn't planning on over-welcoming my stay that long, but Kati insisted to stay. She infuriates me on some occasions. Actually, she never does, and I have no idea why I just said that. Moving along. Plus, she was the driver. I couldn't necessarily have a say in this situation. The entire time I was giving various signals to go and leave, but no. Needless to say, we did leave earlier than the rest of the families, and she made it up to me once we got home, in a very meaningful and pleasurable way.
Tomorrow is what I'm much anxious about. I'm meeting more of Kati's uncanny and eagerly waiting family line tomorrow. What's worse is that she is making me eat, and I do not want to. I know, I'm weird - that's already a settled adjustment. The reason being is because I've eaten junk food this entire weekend, and that's not typically how I go about doing things. I usually eat my cheat meal one a week.
No, I am not on a diet - I just prefer living healthy. You can understand the toll this creates on my self conscious issue. All I see is fatness, even if it's not there. I guess when weighing 300 pounds a long time ago and losing 160 of it - regardless of how I look now, or even perceive myself; I still have a permanent mark that cuts to my core saying, "You're still fat." This is one demon that haunts me consistently and always will.
An amazing feature about Kati is that she pays attention and listens carefully. Last week during our trip to Bamboo Garden, I was telling her how I had this riveting crave for cake. I still have it because I didn't get my "fix." I sound like a drug-addict. Yes, it's been a week long endeavor. After she left my house earlier this evening, she called me and told me she just went to the store and bought cake mix. Nearly thirty minutes ago she told me it is baked and ready to go. I'm incredibly excited about this.
This is all I have to say. Except the fact that I am meeting more new family, and it's nerve-wrecking. This is what happens when you get into a committed relationship. I'm not entirely positive if this is a good thing or not [rhetorical and sarcasm]. Tomorrow shall be interesting, and it's all focused on my A-Game. It will be brought and it will be sold. Everyone then will be able to call me Victor, Thee.