cocobutt's Journal, 14 November 2011

Feeling better today after a lost weekend of bad eating. Again. Had a giant waffle Sunday morning at a new breakfast cafe down the road from us. It went downhill from there. Made a batch of pecans roasted in butter and worcestershire sauce and ate too many of those. Then slices of ham for supper. Then 2 cookies. I'm supposed to go to my friend's house for BBQ tonight. If I can convince myself that I will not have BBQ, that would be a major victory for me. It's another obsession. I keep thinking about how wonderful it tastes. I need to focus on how bad I feel a hour later. Bloated and sick.

Maybe it's the waning of daylight hours, but I tend to get gloomy and peevish about this time of year. Going for a drive through the tornado-wasted countryside didn't do much to lift our spirits yesterday. It led to my dreaming about my husband coming home from work to say we were under another storm warning. It has been unseasonably warm and cloudy the last couple of days. That's usually a precursor.

Two nights ago I dreamt that I was lost in a maze. It was a series of strange old buildings -- some with doors that looked like something out of Oz -- but each door led to another enclosure with another door that I'd have to find. There was no escape. Pretty obvious metaphor! Then I entered one room that was filled with designer boots, very lavishly designed and jewel-encrusted boots -- and I thought, I could make that my new career -- boot designer. Crazy has no bounds in La La Land!