November 26

Weight: ~166
Pedometer Steps: 11,040
Exercise: Treadmill, recumbent bike, jump rope
Expenditure: ~230

Diet:
Raisin Bran w/ Walnuts
1 Banana
1 Orange
Several handfuls of trail mix
Yats curried chicken
Three bites of Oreo Blizzard

Yesterday was a long day at work and a rough day emotionally, which is probably why I didn't eat much. I've got this ongoing battle with my sister - who has a lot of lazy, self-serving, deadbeat tendencies - and my mom, who likes to make excuses for my sister and tell me I'm heartless when I look at a situation from a critical (though constructive) point of view.

My sister has been living in my mom's house for three years while mom has been truckin' across America. My sister moved into that house, without asking, while I was living there. She brought her husband and her petting zoo's worth of animals, and essentially pushed me and my roommate out. My sister has worked for most of the time she's lived there, but never found a way to pay any rent (re: she knows my mom is a sucker, and will never pay a dime of rent, regardless of her financial ability to do so).

While working and not paying rent, she spent herself into thousands of dollars of credit card debt, then quit her job and nearly got arrested for drunk driving. Apparently, she was actually cufffed and in the back of a squad car, but was somehow let go because our uncle is a Lieutenant for the arresting department. I don't know the full detail, but I'm sure that whatever story my sister has given me is total bullshit.

So my sister is back to not working, not paying rent, and letting her animals shit all over while the house my mom pays for and does not live in rots. But according to my mom, this is all acceptable because my sister runs whatever errands are asked of her. I wish I could get someone to provide my housing in exchange for a few hours' worth of errands.

So at this point I'm exceedingly cynical and sad that my family is a bunch of fuckheads. And I have to endure being told I'm heartless because I don't plan to buy my sister any Christmas gifts, a stance I'd relinquish if she'd just return one damn phone call. But that's "so difficult for her that it's unreasonable for me to expect that, so I just need to learn to accept and love people for who they are." Is it really too much to expect one return phone call in exchange for the last half-dozen?

I hate both of those people right now.