E.A.T.I.N.G. my words

E.A.T.I.N.G. my words

8am Saturday.  It’s too early to be pissed at myself.  But I am.  But it’s kind of a good thing.  I’ve been wallowing in “Sad”.  It’s about time I got “Mad”, instead!

eating my words

Long ago when I started this blog, I wrestled with myself that I had to be open and honest — with all the facts,  good and bad.  With all my feelings, up and down.  I don’t hold back here, in Blog-land.  But then I realized something.  When I’m happy — the words just pour out of me.  I write and its a source of m.o.t.i.v.a.t.i.o.n. and i.n.s.p.i.r.a.t.i.o.n.   But when I’m down.  When I’m sad.  I wIThDrAW.  I hide.  The writing dries up, and the eating goes WILDLY out of control.  All that I am feeling, instead of writing about it, I’m EaTInG mY wORdS!

Devouring my feelings.   Consuming my stress.  To hell with the Food Pyramid.  Adios Power Foods.  I’m busying munching on my Fear.  My exhaustion.  My Blah-se.   Are you out there wondering where all those missing blog posts are?  Well — wonder no more.  They are on my hips.  and on my @ss!

But no more.  I’ve gotta get it out.  Whatever “I.T” is.  I’m going to resume my writing habit.  Even if it’s just a few words a day to set my tone for the day.  It may be a quote or a thought or a feeling.  WARNING:  I May Just Dump My Crap Here, every now and then.

But — I think it will help in the long run.  It will help me do some Spring Cleaning of the Mind, and of the Soul.  And mAYbE, just MaYBe….it will help me stop Eating.  Every.  D@mn. Thing. i See.

Here’s to hoping!   Thank you Alexander Pope!

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”

Ciao for now……Diane

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