cookies, Easter candy, a Blizzard, and whatever other pastry I have laying around. And I feel fat. No, pardon me, fatter. And once again, I'm back in the predicament of caring about it. Don't you just hate it? I'd rather not care. Why do we have to be skinny and pretty anyway? And why must it take so much work to get there? How about exercise by osmosis? I wish I could sleep with a treadmill on my head and wake up skinny and muscular. Although if I did sleep with a treadmill on my head I would probably just wake up flat and round. Guess I'll go ponder my plight on the couch with a bowl of Ben & Jerry's. I have another hour and a half to kill before Lost.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Cookie Monster
I'm sitting here wondering - why can't we all just be fat and go without makeup? I haven't been able to get to the gym for the past several weeks because I have a dumb toe. My dumb toe, whose nail was removed last September and is growing back in a very mean and painful way, has prevented me from wearing tennis shoes (and up till now, even made socks or bed sheets or walking quite interesting). I'm not sure I could get away with working out in sandals. I think I saw a sign about "appropriate footwear at all times", but I'm not sure. So since I haven't been able to get to the gym, and since I've felt frustrated about that and about my dork toe, I've consoled myself with soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies, macadamia nut cookies, oatmeal raisin
cookies, Easter candy, a Blizzard, and whatever other pastry I have laying around. And I feel fat. No, pardon me, fatter. And once again, I'm back in the predicament of caring about it. Don't you just hate it? I'd rather not care. Why do we have to be skinny and pretty anyway? And why must it take so much work to get there? How about exercise by osmosis? I wish I could sleep with a treadmill on my head and wake up skinny and muscular. Although if I did sleep with a treadmill on my head I would probably just wake up flat and round. Guess I'll go ponder my plight on the couch with a bowl of Ben & Jerry's. I have another hour and a half to kill before Lost.
cookies, Easter candy, a Blizzard, and whatever other pastry I have laying around. And I feel fat. No, pardon me, fatter. And once again, I'm back in the predicament of caring about it. Don't you just hate it? I'd rather not care. Why do we have to be skinny and pretty anyway? And why must it take so much work to get there? How about exercise by osmosis? I wish I could sleep with a treadmill on my head and wake up skinny and muscular. Although if I did sleep with a treadmill on my head I would probably just wake up flat and round. Guess I'll go ponder my plight on the couch with a bowl of Ben & Jerry's. I have another hour and a half to kill before Lost.
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3 comments:
oh, you're not fooling anyone, Miss Ruthie. we all know even while you're professing to be pigging out on all this fun junk, that you are still a skinny rail and probably think a size 10 is enormous.
on another somewhat related subject, do you eat when you're stressed? i am stressed. big time. and i've lost 10 pounds, dude! yeah, finally fitting back into the jeans i wore BEFORE i got pregnant with Nicholas!!!
i used to think i ate when i was stressed. but now i know that i eat when i'm MAD.
when i'm mad, i want to go buy the box of russell stover candy (cream filled centers only, please) and scarf them. then the double stuff oreos, please, with a ton of milk (evidently, i say please a lot when i'm mad if it concerns food). and maybe the indulgently incredibly fabulous best chocolate cake you could ever buy from a grocery store by the slice at tom thumb. so, yes, i eat junk when i'm mad. and evidently, according to my extreme sweet tooth and lack of being able to wear my pre Nicholas pregnancy jeans, i'm mad a lot. :) naaawww...not so much.
but i do eat when i'm mad.
and if i stay stressed a little bit longer, dude, i may be down to an EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then maybe i'll go crazy and feel like buying some funky lingerie!
I knew I liked you!
If a rail is made from a redwood, then yes, I am as skinny as one. Har har har har!
Mine isnt stress eating or mad eating. It's just eating. I adore food. What's my antidote??
I'm right there with you guys...
I don't know that I eat when I'm mad, and I'm pretty sure stress makes me stop eating, but I do eat when I'm bored or don't have anything "in my head", and, since both kids have been in school, I've been bored a lot more. Next school year, I gotta get a job...or something, (really I prefer the something cause I really don't want to go back to work).
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