That title describes me perfectly today. I've been doing pretty well this winter with keeping my spirits relatively high despite the horrible weather.
Last night though, I fell into a vat of peanut butter and couldn't get out. So when my weight was up this morning almost a pound from yesterday morning, AND it was 0 degrees AND it was snowing like crazy - I seriously just wanted to go back to bed, curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.
Last night though, I fell into a vat of peanut butter and couldn't get out. So when my weight was up this morning almost a pound from yesterday morning, AND it was 0 degrees AND it was snowing like crazy - I seriously just wanted to go back to bed, curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.
I'm starting to get that "lost" feeling again. I feel like I'm floating through life. I feel like I have no purpose and no direction.
And - more whining ahead - I'm sick of worrying about everything that I put in my mouth. You wanna know how pathetic I am? We went to Walmart and I saw that they now have peanut butter and chocolate Poptarts. It has been over 4 years since I have eaten a Poptart. And there are people in the world who if they want a Poptart they eat one? Me? I seriously wanted to cry seeing these disgusting processed pieces of deliciousness sitting on the shelf in front of me!!
It's no win. If I don't eat it, I feel deprived and sorry for myself. If I DO eat one, I'll feel guilty and fat. It's a foodie's Sophie's Choice!
So, yeah. That's where I am today. So since I'm not having much luck telling myself, I need you guys to tell me -
Just figured it out. I sent you an e-mail.
ReplyDeleteHave a good day tomorrow.
Sue Schofield
After reading the rest of the stories I missed, I feel like an ass for sending that e-mail. Its not about the pop tart. Its much more.
ReplyDeleteLove ya
Sue