breaking out is apparently not hard to do if you eat at a buffet regularly

So I'll admit, pretty embarrassingly, that over the course of the last three weeks Zack, Kramer and I have gone out to a local buffet and gotten our eat on. I really used to make fun of this place, like really, really make fun of it, and now I seem to have found this addiction. Funny that a few posts ago I was like "oh, I'm getting on the fat side, need to tone it down" and now I'm like dude, this buffet is PHENOMENAL. Whatever, I needed it because my work day was basically one of those days where you want to curl up with some cry ice cream and watch Grease 2.

I discovered after our outing, as we made our way to the grocery store to buy hair products, that a small amount of acne was gathering on my chin. Now one thing I've always been blessed with is clear skin. I get the occasional breakout when its the girly monthly time or if I've eaten a lot of chocolate, which is pretty rare, but tonight it seemed to come out of nowhere. I know that I didn't have the acne patch when I went into the buffet, but I certainly had it when I came out, staring at me through the mirror like it was out to get me. Hey, I'm your acne. I never showed up when you were a teen when all your friends had to use Pro-Active and you got to eat all the fries you wanted. Hey, yep, I'm here for you now. Mwahahaha. Screw you acne!!



We ventured into the grocery store and came out sixty-four dollars richer in hair products and mouthwash. I have decided that I need hair that doesn't feel like a haystack. I haven't dyed it in a while which is clear by the roots that slightly reflect the color of a Golden Girl which is not gold but a faint gray. I did not buy hair dye, I bought new shampoo, some hot oil and this fancy nutrient stuff. Not to go all rogue but my hair has been a huge issue for me for the last, oh, um, year. It never looks like it's growing so I've finally started treating it the way it deserves, mostly giving it love and affection in the form of not bombarding it with a straightener every day. I think that's kind.

After purchasing the hair product and the mouthwash for my coffee breath, I came home and looked in the mirror. There again was that patch of zits looking at me again. They were small so I couldn't really pick them, but they were red and protruding from my face so I wanted to scratch them. Remembering that I don't want pock marks, I refrained and took a shower. I scrubbed my face so hard with my face scrub that you would think I'd had five days of blog convention make-up on me (I didn't, I got that off on Tuesday). It just bothers me because it isn't girly time and I haven't had chocolate in a while but I have had Chuck-a-rama and I blame their perfectly basted chicken and their mashed potatoes with the skins on them for this dilemma. People's bodies, especially mine, are not designed for that particular kind of food consumption more than once a year unless you're a senior citizen. I am not, though my husband may think differently. I only use a walker when travelling long distances on foot which isn't all that often since I broke my hip.




I can feel the oil leaking out of my face. I bet these suckers will be gone tomorrow.