that's me. spreading cheer wherever i go.
in the same pajamas i've worn for 3 days and 2 nights straight...
(i am not a "fake it till you make it" kind of person. just so you know.)
i called my mom and cried this morning about how frustrated, confused, ineffective, and lost i felt.
she listened and gave just the right amount of advice and made me feel a little better.
then i stress-ate 4 reeses cups and a quesadilla.
(so of course now i feel like crap.)
chocolate and cheese used to be my go-to binge (alternating, not in the same mouthful. ugh). i know it sounds disgusting, but sweet + salty never lets you down.
one day i would like to talk to you about my history with food, because i think it's something that needs to be talked about. not that my story is really epic or anything, or even really interesting or unusual, but because i've made progress. and i think sometimes, when you're in the worst of it, you need to know that progress is possible.
today, however, is not that day.
today is the day where i narrate my life really dramatically in my head and wallow annoyingly in self pity for a little longer.
(i bet you're thinking i could use a little shot of that fake optimism right about now, eh?)
well...
i could use a shot.
Oh sweetie! Take heart. All is well and God is over all and it'll all be okay. It really will, It really really will. I promise that. And nothing stays the same. Things are forever changing. POO!!
ReplyDeletei love you! and thanks for your support this morning. i'm feeling much more optimistic now (and not so defeated). life might actually be okay. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love you too sweetie!
ReplyDeleteA. Men. Sometimes even the best, sweetest little kids can make you crazy. This I know for sure.
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