FullaBella's Journal, 29 October 2013

I bet if someone did a geneaology search they'd discover less than six degrees of separation between James Dean and me (with my constant rebellious ways.)

I decided Sunday this was going to be indulgence week. I was going to increase my intake at least 50% for seven days in a row to encourage my body to start burning through calories like a lottery winner through money. Then once I ripped the lap tray away faster than a cancelled check my metabolism would be turned so high ...I'd... what? Have to file bankruptcy?

See, that's where that whole metaphor gets lost for me. What if I'm not able to stop after a week? If it takes 2-3 weeks of 'too low' calories to put the metabolism into starvation mode, how many does it take to dial it up with the late night online shopping? (whoops, doing it again)

But we'll never know, now, will we? Thanks to the 'rebel without a cause in me' I can't seem to abandon my EWYL hard learned rules well enough to eat that second biscuit loaded with peanut butter and jelly. Even trying to indulge my favorite nemesis, the night time snack stalker, is failing because the more I eat at night, the less and later I want to eat the following day.

Hummus, that's what I need. Good ole high calorie dense hummus. Wonder if they make a peanut butter hummus? That should be the equivalent of a Platinum Visa to my calorie spending spree while I master the possibilities.

Okay - enough... sorry. I had to make a quick dash to the BigCity today so I'm a little revved up from the driving and carbon monoxide. It's been a while too and didn't I feel like I hung around the Senior Expo a little too long yesterday when some young whippersnapper cut me off on the toll way! I don't drive that much or long anymore so I've got a huge case of the butt-ache right now as I stand at my counter typing this and trying to recover the feeling beyond pain.

My saving grace is that I have another deep tissue massage scheduled this afternoon AND I've managed to use the skillful art of manipulation to get DH to settle down about it. The past few times I've gone (lets see... there was that one in August... then the one a few weeks ago and then last week...yeah, really burning up the ole table aren't I?) he's displayed a less than pleasant attitude about it including muttering comments about me wasting money and closing the shop too often.

Rather than going head to head with him on this one, I finally delivered the line I practiced for a week in the back yard: 'I must really need that massage because apparently I'm so stressed it feels like you are resenting me doing something that makes me feel better and I KNOW that must be MY imagination..' Something along those lines anyway. What else was he going to say? So as if blessed by Karma, when I phoned to book this appointment I discovered she takes appointments later than in the past so win/win. DH on board, no interruption of interstate commerce (haha).

Cloudy and Murky day AGAIN. It's been this way since Saturday and that's about 4 days too many. I need to relocate somewhere warm and sunny. Years ago my work took me to Albuquerque, NM. I think they average 330+ days of sunshine a year. Once I got the spelling of that city down pat I think I'd be just fine.

Hope you are all having sunny days where you are today.

Bells