Introducing my next therapy session: My eating quickly became a disaster over the weekend. There was too much stress and too much temptation and eventually I checked out of my sane mind and dove into the food. First I cracked open the floodgates with the sugary cranberry sauce on thanksgiving day. When I woke up the next day it was as if my addiction had become a ferocious starving lion while I slept. I went downstairs, surveying the left over pies, cookies, ice cream, sweet potato and marshmallow, more cranberry sauce, anything sweet. By the end of the second day I was delicately lifting the chocolate mousse pie filling out of it's crust and stealing the husband's ice cream, by last night I was scarfing down everything I saw with the same predictable results. Stomach pain, bloating, gas, the stuff you don't mention at dinner, and also, joint pain, post nasal drip, and a swelling of my throat which was more than slightly alarming, I considered popping a benadryl.
Did I eat these foods and find them to be the most overwhelmingly delicious foods my mouth had ever tasted? Not in the least. Did these bad for me foods calm me down? Nope. Did these foods offer me anything beyond worry about the day when my allergic reaction becomes deadly? Negative. Or maybe the day when my intestines call it quits over the gluten and I get sicker beyond my current imagination?
I gotta get over the food thing.
I never got out of bed for the sunrise this morning. I could tell from my window that it was going to be another gray one. When I did get up I went straight into cleaning mode so that we could get out of utopia before the "wintry mix" that was predicted to hit both utopia and stepford bewtween 1 and 2PM. My goal was to head out around 10:30 which would normally get me home around 1, just in time for the Giants game and also, nice and cozy before the "wintry mix" reared it's ugly head.
That plan was going fine as we pulled out of utopia a mere 22 minutes behind schedule at 10:52 this morning. Except as we pulled out the snow/ice/rain had already begun to fall. We drove through hail for the first hour or so before it turned to mostly rain and then we hit a wall of traffic. The final hour of our trip was a parking lot of cars. It took us over 3 hours to make that last leg and all in all it took just 12 minutes shy of 5 hours to get home.
Most people were pretty calm about the whole traffic ordeal for the first 45 minutes of parking lot or so but then some folks started playing dirty, they would sail down the exit lanes and then try to get back into the parking lot line. When they tried to pry into the line in front of me I would give them the finger as I stayed inches from the vehicle in front of me. I let no cheaters in. Unfortunately the little red crap mobile in front of me was overly friendly and let anyone poke their way back into line in front of him. It was everything I could do not to get out of my car and punch the dude in his wasted face.
Between the 17 dishwasher loads I loaded and unloaded in the past 4 days and the excessive time in the drivers seat suppressing my tendency towards road rage, it's no wonder my back is killing me.
I need a hot shower and a good nights sleep. Also, I think I am in need of a liver cleanse or something. I feel like crap.