
I can't recall a time when I've craved sodas, fast food and other junk so badly, as I have this week. Despite being perfect on my NoS, I still want to just eat something. Snack, munch, work my jaws into a frenzy. Out of nervousness, fatigue, wild energy, moods screaming between total upset and ridiculous despair.
Nothing major, just several things all piled up at once. Throw in a couple of close friends' horrific accidents, and it just seems like Mt Rushmore has descended on my small part of the universe.
I've resisted the urge to snack by staying away from food. Life has to slow down soon. And, for the first time ever, since I don't want to turn to food for comfort, I've actually resorted to trying to breath out my frustration. Physically. It's enough to make one burst out laughing, but it does the trick.
I just want to separate the emotion from the foundation, you know? Bad days happen - even bad weeks. But I don't want to carry the baggage, when in a month, this time will most likely already be forgotten....and I'll still be here. In better, or worse, shape.
I'm trying for better.
(Sorry for the vent!
