Am fighting battle with self-destructive coping mechanism and cannot say am coming out the victor.
Lunch yesterday was a pint of Ben & Jerry's (cookie dough) over a pile of overdue bills. Dinner, margaritas with Gal Pal over pile of overhashed girl talk. And breakfast, assuming is actually most important meal of day, was biggest disaster. While RK devoured bowl of expensive gourmet tuna fish (Am horrible Kitten-Mother and forgot to buy kitten food again), yours truly settled down to left-over apple pie and french vanilla ice cream. Is disguisting, I know. Am avoiding having confrontation with bathroom scale.
J-Brand sympathy coming in handy once again. As was on his way to Finally-Complete Band practice, J dropped off favorite movie, leftover apple pie and icecream. Is good for some things, that one.
On way to work, passed mainly unattractive, overly dressed man in suit on sidewalk and nearly took v. sad looking fellow home with me. Why? Sad man smelled like chocolate. Don't know if is self-destructive coping mechanism at work, but producers of pherimone-smelling colognes had wrong idea. Chocolate. Make any poor sap smell of it and even v. picky fish will ask him home for some Couch Capades. Indeed.
Will start self-controlled eating habits again tomorrow. Promise.
Posted by This Fish at October 3, 2002 08:58 AM