Susan and I did some talkin today and I guess it helped. We talked about how I’ve been a total selfish asshat, which I knew, and how she’s been talking to me and trying everything to make me happy and keep us friends, which I didn’t know. Whatev though, I want this to madness to end.
Work was a bit nutty in the morning, so I counted it as a 3mph walk for the 1st hour in stead of my usual 2mph . I’ve been eating lighter and in smaller amounts. At first I couldn’t eat anything at all because of the stress and everything, then as things got worse I got to liking the pain of hunger. Now instead of the urge to eat I’ve been getting the urge to fast which is totally new to me. I used to hate feeling hungry, now I think I kindof like it. It reminds me of scrubbing a wound. I don’t want to get all emaciated, but I am enjoying this new sensation.
Speaking of sensations, I’ve rediscovered old urges I haven’t felt in years. I keep wanting to walk on my hands and do chinese push-ups and run on all fours. I dunno, maybe the craziness got locked in my fat, and its getting released now, lol.
Work must like me, cause I’m getting more hours and my days off are side by side. Man, I need to work on my spelling, cause dumbing down my speach to match my spelling has got to go.