If you can’t beat it, then throw on the frumpmomma clothes, throw back some ’seeds, and wait it out. This is how I have decided to deal with this.
I am beyond moody now. I am depressed. I have barely gotten out of my bed today. Finally, since I felt guilty for not being productive at all I decided to at least sit on the bed and fold clothes. I don’t want to even put my feet on the floor, not to mention get my feeting moving 15 times around the track.
I am eating too much. I am amidst bad habits. A bite of this. A taste of that while cooking. Hittin’ the seeds hard…real hard. Of the evenings, I find myself trying to fill up some empty place with food. It is honestly like I think food is going to fix my mind. I know it is not. But yet I still look for the fix in a bag of sunflower seeds. But I also know that this is going to pass. And I will deal with the destruction that was in its path when I am in a better frame of mind.
I will be back to normal. I honestly need September 1 more than anything right now. I was just taking a few notes on my calendar and saw July 13. The last day of my vacation. The day when I was still in bed when my sister called. My dad was dead. Somehow I feel like I can move better past this once summer is over. That is what I am telling myself anyway.
So I have the frumpiest frumpmomma clothes on. I will do my best with my eating, but unfortunately my best is not proving to be very good right now. I will eventually run out of the ’seeds or go to the store to get more. I will get back to the track. I will get back to running. I will get back to myself. The end of the whack hormones is nearing and I really think that will be when I can start to move past this.
Sorry, peeps. I know this was a rough one to read. i am a trainwreck.
