Eat, Crap, and Laugh

I wish I knew what was going on with my appetite. The past two days I seem to have had little to no control. Yesterday it was Olive Garden (yes, two full servings of yummy salad... part of the chicken scampi, and then 3 hours later, the rest of the chicken scampi in front of the World Cup). Today it was Chinese food. Now, I know that part of today was association and lack of good eating frequently. Meaning... I ate breakfast about 8am, and didn't eat again till I was starving at 3:00. The association comes in because I was painting in my classroom (will post pics when they're done) with materials borrowed from a class parent. Said parent loves Chinese food, and invited me over twice in the past year... yep, for Chinese. I had crab rangoon, pot stickers, and mu-shuu pork. WTH am I thinking?? That it'll just melt off my thighs??

The other thing that's been weird, and not pleasant, is that the past week and half I've had the runs off and on. Like dry heaves but the other end. Anyway, I put it down to stress, as I've had an IBS occurance before, I'm just not sure what the stressor is. Bleh. Maybe it's that I have less than a month now till I go back to work. I actually had a dream the other night about it being the first day of school and I wasn't prepared, my room wasn't ready. Everything was a mess.

Sunday I had a weird thought that made me laugh. I actually thought, "There's too many men in my life." Saturday I knew that both Mr. Kenya and Mr. Korea would call me, and I knew I didn't want to hear the phone ring, I didn't want to talk to them, I didn't want to go out. I wanted a quiet day at home. So I was bad. I turned off the ringer, and turned the volume down to nill on the answering machine. Sunday I went out to a bookstore to get copies on Kerouac's Tristessa, and On the Road. I was delighted to be going out, alone, by myself... reveling in the freedom of doing whatever I wanted.

I've come 180 degrees from where I was last summer. Back then I remember pitying myself that I didn't have a guy all the time. Now I'm feeling just the opposite. Isn't life grand? Time does heal all wounds.