I had a wonderful weekend! I think that all weekends should be three days. I did so much of nothing that I was exhausted from the sheer multitude of things that I didn’t do! Hush! It’s possible. ;-)
Lately, whenever a weekend rolls around, I have grand illusions (or delusions) of running a ton of errands, going down below to work out, catching a movie at the dollar theater, or just browsing around the mall. I imagine doing something to keep myself busy and out of the house.
As I mentioned previously, I’ve been eating a lot lately. A couple of weeks ago I was talking about this very thing with some friends, and as I was talking about it, I thought back to when I started eating tons and tons. As soon as the words rolled off my tongue about the time, I realized that I started eating like a maniac around the same time as the whole colleague/parent conference fiasco. Go figure! I would never have thought that I was an emotional eater, but the facts clearly state the opposite.
Well, I thought I had a handle on it once I verbalized the problem, but I’ve found myself bingeing on the craziest things, things that I would normally be able to fight the urge to eat. Yeah. I won’t even go into the things that I’m talking about. Okay, maybe I’ll tell you just one; dipping fat-free Pringles in milk chocolate frosting. Just when I thought I put this bingeing to rest. Apparently it hadn’t. A few days of control broke into a shattering loss of control. This is one of the reason that I had high hopes of getting out of the house. I didn’t want to start crawling in the cupboards like a maniac and eat everything in sight!
Needless to say, I didn’t get out of the house at all. I didn’t go down below and get a workout or see a movie. I didn’t go window shopping at the mall or check out fabrics at Creative Expressions. Nope, I stayed at home and did nothing. I did lots and lots of nothing. This keeps happening.
I have been thinking about this a little bit, and have often wondered (as I lie on the couch and kick back, watching Lifetime movies) why it is that I can’t make myself go out and do something. In fact, I actually have a little conversation with myself:
Me: I should get ready to go out.
Myself: Well, you could always go tomorrow.
Me: But if I don’t go now, I may never go.
Myself: You’ll go tomorrow. If you go tomorrow, you can get up early and get in a good workout.
Me: True, but what if I wake up tomorrow and have this same conversation with you?
Myself: You won’t. You’re strong and brave. You have a strong will, and when you want to do something, nothing can stop you.
Me: You’re right. I can sit here and watch some good television movies. Lifetime is running some sappy, bittersweet movies today.
Myself: There ya go!
Me: Okay, I’ll go tomorrow.
Myself: Sucker!
It’s true. Every word of it is true. I think the little devil on my shoulder has gotten too much airtime. Heh.
Next weekend is going to be different.
While I was in my vegetative state this weekend, I got my webcam set up. A friend of mine helped me install the software that I needed from the internet, since my cd-rom drive is incapacitated (making it difficult to install any programs from cd-rom), and I got the crude thing working. My intentions had been to throw in a little image of myself at the top of an entry here and there. Unfortunately, I've not gotten the webcam to a point where the image is of satisfactory quality. It's just all grainy and stuff. We'll see. Maybe it was a bad idea anyway. Heh.
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