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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dear Blog; Day 2


Day 2...yep day 2.  Because of the Devil's Drink aka water I have been to the bathroom more times in one day; check that in 8 hours, then I have been in a whole week.  Ok, maybe that is a SLIGHT exaggeration but boy does it feel true.  Kind of annoying, especially when you first wake up and all the bathrooms in the house are all occupied at the same time....*tear*. 

Todays menu... oatmeal crunch bar = pretty good.  Strawberry crunch bar = not quite as good.  WAAATTTTTERRRRRRR = my badder is floating just thinking about it.  Maryland crab soup = not to shabby. So excited it had corn and peas and little pieces of what I can only imagine to be crab (just keep thinking its crab angela, CRAB. Could be chicken for all I know...but what ever). That is as far as I have gotten today.  Stopped by my friends house and saw cookies on the counter, didn't even start to drool. (yeah me!)

I have spent a lot of today within my own head.  So much going on in there, most of which I can't even put into words.  I feel myself wanting to tear up at pretty much anything ( not just at hallmark commercials); I don't know if I can handle being a cry-baby, maybe all the water I am drinking needs another way out and so it comes out as tears as well.  Not likely, but I thought it sounded good.  I desire control and order in my life, or at least I think I do.  Lately control and order are just words not actions. I have felt a bit over-whelmed and in a way out of control.  So today, to create order and have at least one thing under control in my life I have decided to organize and unpack; aahhhhh organinzing...LOVE IT!  I can feel the therapy working, and the tension releasing already.  It's the little things you know. 

It's only day 2 and already I am feeling like an emotional basket case.  My life coach says that its normal.  I have used food to "hide" from things and now since I don't have the food to hide behind (like a piece of toast can really hide me, I mean really) I have to actually feel the emotions.  I don't think I like this..how about you just pass me a sandwhich instead?  WHAT?!?!? no sandwhich... FINE see if I care. I am just going to cry into my glass of water. 

Love Angela 

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