I’ve been in a mental rut lately. I’ve considered therapy…any kind really. Retail, food, controlled substances, whatever. I’ve made my list, checked it twice, and come to discover that I am either too poor, too fat, or too pregnant for any of the previous solutions to truly be effective. So, I’ve decided on the next best thing: Stuart Smalley.
It doesn’t matter how negative I get (Go ahead, let your government screw you up the ass, don't take my word for it...or better yet...Keep messing with me, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.), I can always go to a mental place where butterflies and puppy dogs play. That place is called Saturday Night Live.
Sometimes I feel like eating chocolate cake by the double handfuls or pulling into the garage and leaving the car running…and that’s…ok. I stop what I’m doing (a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips) and remember that I am a worthy human being, if only in Mr. Smalley’s eyes.
Aaaah, the funk. Must be going around - I got it too. I try to get all Jungian about these things, but at the end of the day, sometimes it just is what it is, I suppose. At least you restrained yourself from the emotional eating....I, on the other hand, have yet to cease.lol
ReplyDeleteI have been feeling the same way lately! At least you can say it's hormones. It might be the change in seasons for me. It's been so dreary, cold and rainy for weeks and it bugs me that the sky is always the color of cement! I called off work on Monday to sulk but it only made me feel even for unproductive...sigh
ReplyDeletelol. Well, I can't say I've mastered the binge eating, but it's "under control". lol.
ReplyDeleteRobyn, you cracked me up with the sulk day. :)
What always works for me is setting up little traps for the husband. I put a rubber band around the spray nozzle on the kitchen sink and wait for him to turn on the water. Pisses him off each time, and reduces me to hysterical laughter each time.....good times....
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious! I need to try that. lol.
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