Dear Blog; Day 5

I have been left alone...except for the food demons in my head and the roast still sitting in the fridge.  Amazing enough, like I predicted last night, it didn't get up and walk away, funny how that is.  My life coach has gone to a medifast convention in cali, my grammy is at the hairdresser and here I sit...allll alone... guess what i am thinking about?  Nope not new shoes.  Nope not going to the movie.  Nope not about boys...which is odd because I am always thinking about boys.  You in the 3rd row, you are correct I am thinking about food.  Nothing in particular just pizza, fried chicken, burritos, chips, popcorn, milkshakes, cereal, sandwiches, roast and cheeseburgers. Yep i think that about covers it, not much really. 

I wish blogging about your thoughts would make them go away so that you can continue on in life.  Like when you have a fight with someone or an issue to resolve; once its taken care of you don't really think about it again.  Food issues don't work that way.. especially when they are mental.  Maybe if I had short term memory loss I would forget that I was just thinking about food.  That wouldn't work either because I would just keep rethinking that I was thinking about food.  Stink...I think I need a hobby.  Not true I have lots of hobbies, I just need to get back into doing them.  Let's see...what should I get back into first....I will get back to you on that.

Just returned from picking up grammy at the hairdresser (which happens to be at walmart).  She didn't mention getting groceries...but there they were.  And sitting on top like an angel's halo a cheese cake.  I can smell it through the plastic container.  Her comment, "that's not for us!"  If its going in my car you better believe it is for me...not for the people who will be attending the funeral tomorrow that my grammy volunteered to make food trays and desserts for.  (Gosh I am heartless, they need the cheesecake more then I do... just add it to the list of things I am thinking about anyway).  Boy these medifast pretzels that i am eating taste just like creamy graham cracker crusted cheeeeeesseeecake....LIAR ANGELA LIAR!  Get over it the CHEESECAKE is not for YOU!  ok, I am better now....I think. 


Love Angela