I’ve started dog walking at my local Humane Society and it is awesome. Today I learned that pit bulls are not fans of snow whatsoever. It was really cute, because they’d be okay for a few minutes but then they’d be just straining to get back “home”. I wish humans were as awesome as dogs are.
I saw my therapist yesterday and we talked a lot about my bingeing. She suggested I start journaling whenever I feel like bingeing because I’ve been doing it for so long, I don’t even know why I do it anymore. Hopefully the journal will be a way to step back and think about things before I eat 238473928742 calories. I love blogging, and this is therapeutic also, but a written journal allows for a stream of consciousness that I just can’t do on a blog. I might be rambly or semi-incoherent at times on here, but in the back of my mind there’s always the knowledge that people might read this and I should try to at least use proper grammar and be semi-witty at least half of the time. She also wanted me to write about any “injustices” I felt were committed against me, which makes me feel like a thirteen year old girl but you know what? Clearly these little things bother me because I am, like, the Champion Stewer and Rumination Queen of the Midwest. I have a sash and everything.
So today was my first day with the journal, and it was actually pretty cathartic. I experienced an injustice and wrote about it and felt better. A friend of mine has a three strikes rule when it comes to friends; I seem to have a one strike rule with every human I encounter. If you slight me, I will remember it for eternity and never let it go. I will get tight lipped and hard eyed when I walk by you. And then I will get annoyed at myself for letting someone else have power over me to ruin my mood, when the truth is they probably have no clue any of this is even happening.
Right, I can’t really do stream of conscious thinking on here. Riiiiight.