As Seargent Carter would say: MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVEIT

Today I meet with my trainer and it is also walk run day.  I am not feeling the love today.  I rolled out of bed and stumbled down the hallway and with my eyes partially closed took my medicine and fed the girls with all of them meowing at my feet. They all think one is going to eat more than the other and all four of my little princesses would be a candidate for wls.  Geeze.  When I sit on the yoga mat and start doing yoga, one of the girls tries to climb on me and the others sit at my feet, participating in communal bathing. 

This is the time of the year that I hate.  I hate all the sweets that are every where and even though I know if I eat a bite or two I will hurl or want to hurl, I still want them all and want them shoved into my mouth.  That is disgusting but it’s how I feel.  Tomorrow, the English department is having its annual potluck.  Even though I am officially a part of the Business College, the Liberal Arts college still invites me to their functions.  I hate those too.  Every single kind of cultural food you can imagine and more will be there trying to get me to eat it.  I swear these things are killing me.  And, I still do not have an outfit for the parties.  I am going back out this evening and am going to just pick something. 

So, aside from having a pissy attitude about all the freakin’ food that’s out and about, I guess I am making it…How the hell are you guys and are you moving and are you still hanging on to the realization that we are these addicts.  Until the end of all this party and holiday food ends, I am using the same mantra: Hi, my name is Jeannie, and I am a food addict.  I cannot go a second without thinking about food, without planning something about food.  I miss pecan pie and I miss cake and I miss fried chicken and I miss buttery bread and I miss buffets.  But, I am happy that I can fit into really cute clothes, wear sexy panties, fit in any chair any where, and that I can fit behind the steering wheel of my car without rubbing my belly raw. 

Did I say it: how the hell are you and what the hell a you going to do today that will make you feel better?