I think people have really interesting ways of coping. Some people resort to eating, others to what’s known as ‘retail therapy’ and others just sit around in their bathrobes and bring everyone around them down. I was always proud of the fact that, despite how I felt on the inside at any given point in time, I functioned like a normal person. I’ve never let the way I felt affect the way I behaved around other people. I never resorted to comfort eating, or overspending, or just being a general pain in the universe’s ass.
This post is not supposed to be a downer. In fact, the moral of the story is that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve discovered that its okay to feel bad. It’s okay to eat like a crazy lady, look like a crazy lady, and shop like a crazy lady. In fact, people do these things when they feel bad because IT WORKS! I know, you can take anything too far, but if you do it in nice, manageable doses, it really does make you feel better. Of course, if you have the symptoms of depression, you should see your doctor because if you don’t you will end up:
(a) FAT – speaking of which (warning – random thought here) that new study from the CDC regarding obesity has me baffled. Not because I think their findings are flawed (which they are) but because of the really inaccurate, stupid language they use. Here are their findings:
People who are a few pounds overweight are LESS LIKELY TO DIE than those who are underweight. Newsflash to the stellar scientists at the CDC —- This just in — we all, every single one of us, has the EXACT SAME LIKLIHOOD OF DEATH. Every one. All of us. Fat, skinny, workout freaks, supernicedogooders, every one of us has exactly a 100% chance of death. Got it? The press release will be out on Monday.
Now, on with my list:
(b) BROKE – then it will be YOUR FAULT the economy suffers. And GW Bush will have to come and invade your house to find WMD.
(c) SMELLING LIKE SHIT WITH NO FRIENDS. This one needs no commentary.
This is not meant as a public service announcement. In fact, its really all about me and not about anyone else’s general welfare.
Here’s what happened yesterday.
Yesterday sucked, again. Not because anyone was mean to me, or anything bad happened (although the woman sitting next to me at my new glorified data entry job is completely crazy and is mad at me and isn’t speaking to me even though I’ve only known her for a week), but I just felt sucky. It’s like the Carpenters said in their hit from the 70’s “Rainy days and Mondays” when they put it so profoundly: “What I’ve got they used to call the blues, nothing is really wrong, feeling like I don’t belong” Ahhhh. . . . . Anyway.
So, the first thing I did when I got home was cry. I sat on my couch and sobbed and literally went “Whaaa Whaaa Whaaa” And then I stopped. And it felt good.
I engaged in true comfort eating like I was the one who invented it. Here is what I ate:
A kashi bar (they are good and full of fiber)
A Dr. McDouglas cup of soup (good and good for you, also full of fiber)
A lowfat yogurt (vanilla custard)
A bag of guacamole doritos (big grab)
A homemade quesidilla filled with two kinds of cheese and roasted red peppers
a pint of Eddy’s peanut butter cup ice cream
an English muffin
Turkey jerkey
a latte from starbucks
THEN, THEN — I went to the Apple store and bought an I-Pod. Not a shuffle, not a mini – but a true to life 20 GB I-pod. Whoo HOOOOOO!!! Whose feeling good now???!!!
Now, on to other good news. I finally let someone read the novel. And this person, who I trust to be brutally, horribly honest with me said the following: She said it’s good. She said it was really good and that she wanted to keep reading it. She said it was publishable!!! But of course, it needs work. I’m still nervous about anyone else reading it. She just did a first read through and is going to start editing in a couple of weeks.
But now, I must close this inspiring post to upload more CD’s onto my computer for my glorious, beautiful, spectacular IPOD. (They need to make the regular ones in Pink too, and the sales guy Scott at the IPOD store is super nice)
