sure, why not?

As some of you may or may not have noticed, last night I had one of my patented minor nervous breakdowns. You know how it goes: something happens, I proceed to fixate on it and possibly blow it out of all proportion through a series of posts, y’all are wonderful and tell me to calm down. And I thank you guys, truly - your replies meant a lot to me.

This morning, after getting some sleep, I realized that while last night was a bit melodramatic, it still got to the core of something I need to do. Namely, I need to stop eating like a teenage boy. I have never had particularly great eating habits, but in the past few months it’s just gotten bad. There are plenty of emotional and psychological and financial reasons for this, but…whatever. It needs to stop. It’s not all about my weight, although that’s part of it - it’s that I don’t feel good. I feel like I’m playing chicken with my body, waiting for it to blink first, because I’m just going to keep shoveling bacon cheddar tots down my throat, how do you like me now.

So I’m going to attempt to eat less crap, in the hopes that I will lose weight AND not feel like I’m thisclose to having a heart attack before I turn 30. I’m gonna take the stairs more. I’m not going to stop drinking (because really), but I’m going to try to drink less. We’ll see what happens.