Trying to get the feeling again…

I had a garage sale yesterday.  Or was it a yard sale because I did not allow anyone in my garage only in my driveway…  I am amazed and greatful at what people will buy.  I made $200.00 and my daughter made almost $300.00.  Not bad for a few hours of work.  AND people paid us to take away things we did not want anymore.  Honestly, I can’t handle the crap around here anymore.  I want no clutter.  I hate nicknacks.  I don’t collect anything.   Sure, I like things but at this point in the game, there is nothing material I need.  What I do need is to declutter my space and get back into shape. 

I am home alone and it is quiet.  It is nice.  No phone calls.  No interruptions.  I think everyone who is going to call or come over has already done so.  I need to decompress. 

I had a great meeting with one of my professors on friday.  I am so excited to get back into school and clear my credential and earn my Masters in Special Education.  There are a lot of job opportunities out there because there are not a lot of people with a Masters in SE.  I have to teach for 3 years first and then I can teach at the university level and train teachers.  I love having options and feel that having this degree will give me the options I need. 

 I am still in my robe at 4:18 p.m and don’t plan on changing that at all.  I am going to read the paper and watch a sappy chick flick.  I love quiet Sundays. 

The teacher I have been subbing next to for the past couple of weeks is pretty, thin, and always hungry.  She complains about being hungry all the time.  Of course she is, she doesn’t eat.  Grapefruit at lunch?  I do remember those days.  I had poked them in the back of my mind as I went on my gorgefest for the past 5 years.  I remember  being thin but being hungry and thinking I had accomplished something like curing cancer if I only ate one slice of pizza or a half of grapefruit for breakfast, two tomatoes and milk for lunch, and barely picked at my dinner.  Being hungry in the morning gave me a thrill.  At some point during the demise of my marriage, I did not give a shit anymore about being hungry and skinny and I quit.  Now, I don’t want to be hungry again but I don’t want to be fat either.  HELP!