Ahhhhh. I just woke up an hour ago. Yes, at the obscene hour of 1pm. Geez. I'm keeping hysterical self-reproach (my grandmother, for instance, is turning in her grave) at bay by telling myself firmly that I
needed it. And indeed I did.
So, here I sit with a lovely breakfast in my tummy (edamame, vitamin pills, and my favorite: oatmeal with raisins and milk and honey. The ultimate comfort food), "Chocolat" soundtrack playing, my favorite coffee (what kind doesn't matter as long as it's French-pressed) in my favorite mug on my favorite mug-warmer (humankind's best invention to date), my second glass of ice-water almost gone, and you. The week from ****'s over and you helped sustain me. Thank God the company lets me check in on you during the day. So, there's a list of things I adore in life. Do I sound like the world's biggest nerd or a true Epicurean? I think the latter. Epicureanism's a big thing with me. I'm the one you see in a restaurant closing my eyes with every bite.
I've stayed OP all week so far. Can you believe it? This from the woman who
hates food journalling. WW points-counting is keeping one thing in my life Under Control, and the feeling of having my eating going so well has really kept the week from being impossibly negative for me. The only thing that doesn't resonate with me with WW is the fact that I'm an aspiring whole-foods eater, and a lot of cherished foods for WW veterans are low in points but heavily processed. It's just a little more challenging, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting less to eat because I want to eat real food, not fat-free cheese slices and sugar-free fudge bars. No offense to those that eat that food (hey, I still eat the odd Twinkie - I'm by no means cured!), and I won't completely abstain from it, but it's a food choice I made a long time ago and I'm desperately trying to make a real habit in my life. I'm glad that eating less has brought into focus the fact the I want the little food (or so it seems to me right now) that I eat to be as nutritious as it can be. I was hoping that food-journalling would help me in this, and it seems to be working. Anyway, sermon over.
Kaylets, your thoughts are just exactly what has been bothering me lately. About free food, and why we don't eat the foods we don't eat. I was grappling with the free food thing at work during the holiday season. As soon as I saw the email: "chocolate from [insert vendor name here] now in the Trading Area." I would think that I'd better get over there and have a piece. Just because it was there.

Will I ever learn? But then, I'd remember what I think you said once, that totally abstaining from the candy dish (or whatever) was easier than taking a taste and then trying to stay away after that. It helped, but then I'm not against having a piece of chocolate if it's good quality. I think it's good for you. It also helps that I'm a total chocolate snob - I won't eat it if it's not fine. No M&M's for me. More epicureanism to brighten your day. About the Foods We Won't Eat thing, I'm mystified by that. Why
don't we just say "those cookies aren't good for me" and leave it at that? When I find that a food's not vegetarian, like it has beef broth or rennet or gelatin in it, it's like turning a switch in my head. I won't consider eating it, and I don't even want it anymore. Why can't I be that way with French Fries? Or Twinkies? They have absolutely no redeeming qualities...but I love to eat them. Crap.
Amarantha, I'm going to try your Blondies-cum-Madeleines recipe. I think I'll even get a Madeleine baking tin to put them in. Except that I've never used protein powder and will have to Buy a New Kind of Food (always hard for me - I haven't even tried cooking with seitan yet). For an Epicurean, I'm a real

. I always DO try new things eventually, though, so I'm not a total loss. Thank you for the recipe, dear.
Punkin, Light of My Life, thank you for reminding me on Friday that it was Friday. It's hard to remember when you're in a working frenzy, isn't it? I'm sorry about your meltdown. It seems like you have a lot of emotional goings-on at work to deal with (people, I mean) along with just working hard. Sorry if I'm stepping on your toes here. It's different when you're not, well,
close to your co-workers. You can sort of go back to your cubicle, mutter "dick" or whatever about the person who's bugging you, and it's over. Not so when you're close to those you work with. I'm not saying your environment is unhealthy or anything, but it HAS to be more challenging sometimes. I know! Come see US! We had guests over to our little apartment last weekend, and they said that they had a restful, restorative time with us, so it's proven. People who come see us are guaranteed to feel better. This is a serious invitation, you know. Well, to all of you, really.
Dear Anagram, I feel the way you seem to on vacation sometimes. Kind of a desperate, panicked, "this isn't WORKING" feeling - it's inevitable that you're not 100% in a state of mind to "drink in the peace", enjoy the ocean, and restore your soul thereby all the time. You're still living, for Pete's sake, and living means being stressed out and grouchy sometimes. Not that I believe for a second that you're ever grouchy.

When you're feeling not-so-great, just remind yourself that you'll be back to "restore the soul" mode soon enough. Uh, great. I'm telling a someone ELSE how to relax. That's rich.
Arabella, your dryer story made me hoot with laughter. Believe me, love, I was worrying along with you about your poor son. Must've scared the **** out of all of you, including him. You know, I seem to remember times in my youth (ahem. I can FEEL everyone bristling, since I haven't even hit 30 yet), I mean my teenager-hood, periods of prolonged hysteria, for days at a time, when I acted like a total nutter and my parents DID make me talk to a counsellor (or a pastor, which they thought was a better idea

). I think normal folks all have periods of unbalance, and that's part of what makes us sane for the rest of the time. Meltdowns, we call them. I usually have them right before I have my TOM.

Have an AMAZING time to yourself, dearest.
wsw, your friends sound absolutely wonderful. It puts my mind at ease that you seem to have a community around you that you can rely on. I'm willing to bet that they think their help is little payback for the priviledge of knowing you and spending time with you. I mean that.

You have a giving heart.
Eydie, reading your posts has (literally, I think) kept me sane of late. Hugs to you, and thank you.
Frogger, I'm still thinking about you. Hang in there, darling.
Ceara, I'm going to the 21 day thread after this to see what's up. Hope you're OK, love.
Uh, Zadie? What's happening? Everything cool? Just busy?
OK, dears. Sorry for the novel. I seem to have dispensed with a lot of unsolicited advice, too. Hmmm. Delete? Naaah. You know me. Don't take me too seriously. I sure don't. Take it or leave it or just ignore it and be yourselves. That's what I
really want for all of you.
Kisses,