The title of the post says it all. So I guess that means you don’t have to “hear” me whine. Again. You can read through the entire post, or you can just skip straight to the end for some medium-exciting news.
Days like today are the reason why I carry around a claw clip in my bag. My hair looks halfway decent when I walk out the door, and then the humidity works its magic and I look like I stepped right out of the 1970s. Back you go!
Sorry about the crazy angle! … but this is the side of the skirt I wore today (it’s what I see when I look down). And to be truly matchy-matchy…
Actually — I lied. I am going to whine. But feel free to skip the next (extremely long rambling) paragraph to avoid it.
I have an inability to cry. I used to think this was a bad thing, but right now I’m not so sure, because if I could cry, I would probably be doing it nonstop. Not a very good look for me — neither in mental nor physical terms. I’m not even 100% sure why I feel that way; it’s probably cumulative, and I’m just overwhelmed. I could kind of sense it building up, but really don’t know what to do in the face of that to “stave it off” (though by no means foolproof, restricting is the practically only thing that ever made even a slight difference). I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back was when I opened the refrigerator this morning — a feat of epic proportions, given my mom’s tendency to cook for an army because we have a few extra people here. Even though I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a binge, I still go into a panic around such huge quantities of food because I don’t take the lack of a previous occurrence as any indication that something will never happen. So I was feeling “shaky” to start with, and seeing that didn’t exactly help matters much. (Around here is where the potential waterworks would have started, I’m guessing.) Once something sets me off, forget it… say hello to freaking out / obsessing over everything and anything under the sun. And of course, it all manages to centralize itself on my body! In which, it must be said, I feel most distinctly uncomfortable at the moment. I was so tempted to get on the scale this morning, intending to “prove” to myself that I’ve not become as big of a whale as I am supposing; but the horror of realizing that this is actually true kept me from doing it. Nor do I want to get on my doctor’s scale next week. I don’t think I need this “verified,” really; I know I’ve gained weight, I can feel it, and I don’t need it rubbed in my face that I’ve gained way too much too fast. Denial much?? And it is just embarrassing. I can’t even get into why. There just are no words.
There are, however, plenty of words I could spew forth on the topic of my cousins. They are rapidly depleting my stash of cereal (though of course not the ones I’m trying to get rid of; no, they only plow through the stuff I actually like) and bars, among other things. I suppose it doesn’t really matter if they eat all my food, because I certainly don’t feel like I can if they’re crawling all over me. It’s not much fun to have to escape to my room to eat, but I guess I have only myself to blame for that because I’m so paranoid and crazy.
So for the medium-exciting news… As this is my 95th post, I figured to start the “celebration” of 100 a little early with a mini giveaway, the winner of which will be announced in the 100th post.
A squeeze pack of Justin’s honey almond butter… and this is me, so of course I have to include a pair of earrings in there! Since it will be July when the winner receives this, if you don’t mind a “best by” date of June 2009, I can also throw in a couple of Larabars. (Provided my cousins haven’t cleaned me out completely by then, of course.) And to keep the element of surprise alive for whoever wins, I may or may not throw something else in there too. In fact, it’s such a surprise that even I don’t know what it might be. :p
You know how to enter… either leave a comment or link back; doing both gets you two entries. If you can correctly guess why the giveaway consists of what it does, you get a bonus entry. (But I’m probably the only crazy person to whom it makes any sense!)
Have a beautiful weekend… what are you looking forward to doing with it? Personally, I’m thrilled to bits that I can finally drink my diet Snapple with a straw again, but evidenly I am too easily pleased in some areas.