Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Real quick...
because I do expect an actual Happy Insomniac update imminently...
The one and ONLY thing I miss about my recent days of despair is that my metabolism used to be totally jacked up. After one particular crisis moment, I lost 5 pounds in a week. I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted--and in fact, my wonderful friends were so concerned about me, they'd feed me lasagna and bowls of ice cream--and I'd keep losing weight or, in times of simply moderate misery, not gain an ounce.
Now I can tell you all exactly how much happiness weighs: 8 pounds.
Now I'm trying to get back in shape, to be leaner and more toned, to promote my mental health through exercise and eating right, blah, blah, blah. What it means is trekking to the gym when I'd rather veg out on the couch and eating more Healthy Choice than Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love.
But you know what rocks? Worrying about a few vanity pounds instead of heartbreak and loss.
Okay, work and carrot sticks are calling my name presently.
--karen
The one and ONLY thing I miss about my recent days of despair is that my metabolism used to be totally jacked up. After one particular crisis moment, I lost 5 pounds in a week. I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted--and in fact, my wonderful friends were so concerned about me, they'd feed me lasagna and bowls of ice cream--and I'd keep losing weight or, in times of simply moderate misery, not gain an ounce.
Now I can tell you all exactly how much happiness weighs: 8 pounds.
Now I'm trying to get back in shape, to be leaner and more toned, to promote my mental health through exercise and eating right, blah, blah, blah. What it means is trekking to the gym when I'd rather veg out on the couch and eating more Healthy Choice than Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love.
But you know what rocks? Worrying about a few vanity pounds instead of heartbreak and loss.
Okay, work and carrot sticks are calling my name presently.
--karen
# posted by karen gsteiger @ 3:42 PM 
