To breath is to live. When I go into temporary hibernation for example when I am on a diet" I stop living. I isolate and just do it as long as possible like a contest of who stay under water the longest. Impossible to do for any great amount of time This can be said for when one stops drinking too. I think the trick is to keep on swimming just like the little fish Dori in Nemo. "Just keep swimming just keep swimming" is the motto for the weekend.
Woke up, did yoga, came home tended to some care giving tasks for the kid and I am almost ready to go to the cabin and visit with my fellow drinking partners also known as my family. Part of them anyway. I wish it were the entire crew. Worked out and have a plan for further activity and the menu is planned. Cheers!
Now a little note about being really tired. I found a trigger that leads directly to poor behavior of every kind. I went out Thursday night and stayed out late for me on a work night. I got around 5 hours sleep managed to get to work, which was a miracle in itself! I was the kind of tired that hurt inside and out. My eyes stung and my bones ached and I really just wanted to eat something comforting and get into bed. Could not do that because a surgeon might throw something at me if he saw me sleeping while he operated. I did note that the surgeon I worked with on Friday went to the same event I went to and exhibited his tiredness with impatience. Somehow I managed to stay away from the Chinese food in my bosses office and the various cookies and sweets that cluttered her office. I went home took a nap and layed low for the rest of the evening. I found myself checking out Bloomingdale's big Labor Day sale just to make sure my dream boots did not go on sale. I also found my self checking out Christan Louboutin shoes ( at another store) I just starred at them trying to figure out their mystery and allure. Is it the red sole that makes them special? Just might as well spray paint RICH BITCH up and down your legs because I have come to the conclusion they are just a status symbol or a trophy for being rich and thin. I do not think fat feet fit in them. Interestingly enough when I saw Allanis Morrisette in concert on Thursday she sat on a stool legs crossed singing and whaling and yodeling about every facet of love she could think of while donning a pair of purple red soled Louboutins. It bugged me the entire time. She is suppose to be about enlightenment.
I am getting lots of encouragement from people and they have been kind enough to give me tips. I will consolidate them and make a list in a blog to follow.Have a tip for eating right, a way to drink and diet and a way to shop for high quality stuff without breaking the bank- Let me know.
Going to the land of no TV or computer so my words will have to go down on paper. Thanks for reading this. .
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