I don’t understand why, when you wait for something to just end, it never does. It drags on and on and on like a droning, old vacuum cleaner.
And this sucks even more because a) the rut that you’re stuck is like quicksand. Or worse. And b) you feel like you’re lost in a dark tunnel. Airless. Scary.
Something like this.
What’s with these long days anyway?! Messing everything up! I believe in routine. Or at least used to. Ever since I’ve started working long hours, every commitment I ever made to myself has gone out the window.
I’d never eat in the middle of the night. And now? I feel like this.
How much you eat is directly proportional to how stressed you are. I ate two whole entire scoops of chocolate and coffee ice cream with chocolate sauce and chopped almonds on top for dinner. *Yum.* Two nights in a row. It’s like ice cream trolls have breathed a whole different personality into me.
Häagen Dasz and Baskin Robbins, you rock-suck.
I need to go on a diet again. Hardest commitment ever. Who says it’s hard to commit to another person? That’s easy! It’s hard to commit to your weight and your waistline, actually. I’ve convinced myself I still weigh a healthy forty-five kilos (I’m tiny – five two, don’t judge), if I suck in my belly and don’t breathe. But I last weighed in two months ago. When I didn’t binge on chocolate at 3 in the morning. When I didn’t stock Pringles in the house. When I wouldn’t eat Ramen noodles. As much as I do now.
I don’t remember the last time I had muesli or toasted brown bread.
Or the last time I wore jeans without stretch in them. Dear Lord.
Whatever. Eat. Pray.
How do you control your cravings? Do you binge on chocolate in the middle of the night? Do you nearly sleepwalk to the fridge and stuff your face like I do? Yay! BFFs! I like you already.
(Seriously though, I need help. Any tips?)