my stomach feels like old cheese. inside. (this is not a cellulite complaint. that ship has sailed.) that's the only way that i can explain how i feel routinely, but no one but me understands it.
also, it's sunday night and i have no idea how i'll get through the next week. but i got through the last one and the one before that, so there's that.
i have gone off the rails in terms of what i'm supposed to be eating. there were cupcakes and frosting and cheese pizza and chili's chicken fajitas and i ate too much of all of it and did you know that copious amounts of sugar equal BAD TIMES? but did that stop me? heck no.
(i.e. i can't really eat pancakes with syrup--too much sugar--and i can eat chips ahoy, but not too much and usually only with milk. in some ways this makes me very happy. too bad i don't listen to the voice in my head that says DANGER!)
i have to get back on the rails. i didn't eat any cupcakes today, even though there were many left. i did eat too many chips ahoy, but baby steps. so i may have gained all the weight that i was supposed to have gained over the past eleven weeks in the past four or five days.
so there's that.
i haven't been paid yet for, like, anything that i've done for the past four weeks in terms of teaching. oh the bureaucracy of the university systems. i hate you. i need money. mama needs some fruit and salad and, you know, to pay the light bill.
thank heavens (quite literally) for tithing and for savings.
also, nectarines are delicious. i would like a case of them to not go bad and be delivered to my home so that i can eat their deliciousness every day.
pretty sure that's all i got.
old cheese, man. does anybody get what i mean? so bizarre.