The Terrible Twos

As of yesterday at 4pm, my 30 year old body morphed into a 2-year old. I had a wonderful day at work and returned to my house to enjoy my 4pm veggies. Once again I choked down a salad and gasoline and treated myself to a Dt. Coke. I turned on a movie and instead of watching the movie for what it was, I focused on all the the candies and cake and drinks that Marie Antoinette was served. That was the end of an easy day. Now, all I wanted, was food.

Cheeseburgers, cheeseballs, club sandwich, ribeye, scallops, and McDonalds fries ..... everything entered my mind. That is when I realized that I was now in what I like to call The Terrible Twos. Anyone who has had children or have spent time around children know that they love things they can't have. Children will become fixated on remotes, cell phones, laptops .... anything they can't have. If they get their hands on one of these items and an adult takes it away-what happens? If you don't remember, I'll remind you - A BREAKDOWN HAPPENS! Kids will scream, naughty kids might hit, and all of them turn bright fuchsia. Even if you hand them a broken cell phone, or a remote that they can play with-they don't want it. They want the real thing!! Nobody wants shakes over burgers or pre-packaged mac and cheese ... they want the real thing and if they don't get it, the fixation starts.

So, I turned off the movie, and I went upstairs to my bed for a "time out". I layed in bed knowing I had an hour and a half before I could eat again and cuddled with my dogs. I turned on the movie Step Brothers in hopes the vulgar language would drown out the sounds of sugarplums dancing in my head. Sleeeeeeppppp..... About an hour later, I woke up in a small puddle of my own drool to notice my mom calling me. Thank God-another distraction! I visited with my mom outside in the nice sun, let my dogs play and smoked.

It's not that I want to go and eat everything I think of, but what I wouldn't give for a burger with a side of grease. Well, as of this morning I have peed out 5 pounds and I will continue to fight these food urges. I know that my hardest time during the day is from 4p-10p ... that is when I am used to eating. I'm not to proud to admit that for the first few weeks...I might need more "time outs" so I can just sleep through the cravings. I am sure that Mitch and my mom would rather see me take that built up engery during my cravings and take it out on laundry, floor boards, dusting and scouring ... but lets not get ahead of ourselves. I hate cleaning, why would I want to punish myself by making me more miserable???

Thank you for reading and cheering me one. I am sure by December, you will all be sick of me. However, I appreciate all the support my family, friends, and co-workers have for me. Thanks all!