I don't like peas

I have a wedgie. I’ve had it pretty much all day today. I know it’s my underwear. The underwear that every woman says they are the best because you can get away with walking around your house in them, they don’t show lines in tight pants and they are just so dang comfortable. I am not comfortable. Can people tell if you have an underwear wedgie?
I bought a slimmer to wear under this dress I bought. Funny thing is I look the same with or without it on. I have a bit more defined shape with it on, but I guess I really don’t have as many bulges to hide as I thought. Good for me, now only if I could keep it that way after I eat a half of apple.
I hate being in between. The in between where if I eat nothing all day I can just squeeze into a size 2 pair of jeans but as soon as I eat a full meal that button is going to pop. I never aimed at wearing a size 2, it just happened. My goal was a 4 and I was quite happy with that. But now that I am at the in between, I want that size 2. Will the cycle never end?
I like movies just as much as the next person. My idea of a good movie is a little different than most. I like documentaries, movies based on true events and historical accounts. I don’t like sappy, pretentious love stores or stupid comedies that are anything but comedic. I do, however, like the occasional no plot intended action film or true drama that involves the male hero being a dreamy young starlet.
And on a rare occasion I don’t mind grabbing a completely moronic film just to laugh at with a couple of beers and a couple of friends. There is no shame in that and I don’t mind telling people that. At the same time I guess people don’t mind telling me how stupid I am for saying that. Well, I don’t feel stupid because I like to watch a stupid movie once every couple of months. It’s when I open mouth insert foot is when I feel stupid. And I have been doing that more often than not lately. Maybe I need to eat more. Go back up in size instead of trying to go down. No, I don’t think so. I’m just so tired anymore. Too much running not enough eating. Too much thinking not enough doing. Or maybe it’s my lack of pea consumption. I probably eat about 10 peas a year. And it’s the same way an average person swallows about the same amount of spiders-by accident. If I see a pea, I eat around it or pick it out. If I eat a pea, I usually don’t realize it until it’s too late.