Depression....who dose it hurt....? Well in my case that would have to be the relationship between me and my refrigerator....ugh....(tummy moans in retreat)...From homework and battles with the mind of Dosoyevsky, to freak out blubbering meltdowns about College and my "destiny"...over the past few days I have found myself tip toeing to the "big white lug" who I have been unconsciously trying to be comforted by.....Mr. Food! A common choice by most, engulfing on a journey to consume everything insight desperately trying to fill a void of some sort, a hole, stress, a meaning....but really chocolate mouse pie and mocha starbucks ice-cream...is NOT the answer...abuse I say, abuse to my teeth, abuse to my body, and abuse to my self-esteem... not yet affected by the aftermath of my destruction I really do want to make a change. So here goes another pact..facebook is out of the mix and junk food to boot...I have signed myself up for an intervention! Ready to feed my self spiritually, emotionally and physically! A project of sorts for my own good, to help get back on a track to a centered and wholesome life...good bye procrastination, hello motivation. Resilient Red 85 on my fingers and toes for a confidence boost, I head to the brush me teeth and wash my face, for a bright new day ahead. Clean slate.
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