When I’m 70 years old, my mother will be 87. How wild is that?
Two old ladies together.
Being that I’m giving up bread, white rice, candy, cake, chips, chocolate, all processed/ fast food, AND ice cream; coming home from a long day of work and looking into the fridge to see nothing BUT those things. And God knows how hungry I am, I could cry.
I do see some cabbage I can steam, though.
Shit is heartbreaking.