Either I'd sleep better if I wasn't so stressed or I'd be less stressed if only I could get more sleep. Either way, I am in a vicious lose lose cycle. I dread going to sleep because of the bad dreams about packing, moving, shark bites and gangrene toes. So I stay up late. Then the dreams come and I toss and turn all night. Then I wake up anywhere up to an hour before my alarm goes off and can't fall back to sleep.
I'm a bit scared because I've had a couple of episodes of tasting metalic in my mouth. I don't know if this means I am releasing metal or if my heavy metal load is getting high again. I really don't want to have to do that nasty chelation therapy again! I felt so awful the first time around. I'm kind of afraid to bring it up. Ignorance is ...... not my style. Dang. I'll let you know what the chiro thinks tomorrow.
Also, turns out hiding the scale from myself was not such a good idea after all. I've been monitoring my weight via if my jeans fit or not and it's been fine so far, but it all caught up to me this week and the muffin top has seriously reappeared. It's scale time again.
I am a pre-established stress eater. Stress = My Life. Can you even begin to imagine the volume of stuff I've eaten this past month? I'm the one who ate it all and I still find the reality startling.
I found out I am not the crazy one thinking a house that was in total disrepair I saw and fell for anyway was waaaaaaay overpriced. My stepford realtor spoke to a new town realtor about it. I still want it though. I know it's a crazy thought. You should see the studio and working space it has. To die for!! Also, OPEN FLOOR PLAN.
The stepford realtor tells me that husbands love my house but wives seem to want to the boring no personality cookie cutter new construction that people are slapping together all over stepford. I have never been mainstream in my life. I guess Matt isn't the only hipster in the family.
Though the dad of the nice family that invited us over to their house for dinner tonight told me that he thinks Matt is way too interesting to be a hipster. I still decided that the name for his college will be hipster college. Maybe even HC for short.
Oh shit, I just realized it's Tuesday. I've been thinking it was Thursday all day. Now I have to wait two extra days for the weekend. I'm gonna cry.
I am a stress eater too, and like you, I have had my share of stress lately. I think if I could just beat that part of my eating problems, I would have this battle won.
Posted by: South Beach Steve | April 25, 2011 at 07:37 AM