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Ah, what a relief to sleep through the night, and not have a head full of you know what when I woke up this morning. I think I'm getting back to normal - or at least back to what I normally am like. It's cold here, and going to get colder, but hey - it's winter! I don't mind the cold; just wish we were getting some of that snow that is building up in the southeast. I do not want another drought this year. It has been very unusual weather for Illinois. I remember winter blizzards, and being snowed in for a couple days at a time. Seems that now we don't even get a cold spell for long enough to kill off the mosquitos.
Gave the weener/cocker spaniel doggie a bath last night. He considers it absolute torture. The labs would love it. Poor little guy has to go through some laser surgery to burn some tumors off in the near future. He's going on 10 years old and I want to keep him around for a while. I've got a little more energy each day now - and it has arrived just in time for the long weekend. I'll finally be able to get something done. I hope I've built up an immunity to anything else that can happen for the next few months. I'm never going to win in those olympic trials if this keeps up.
I've started hanging bird feeders out around the schoolhouse and the gluttonous little boogers are emptying the things every two days. They're just little finches.
Been doing pretty good on fighting the urges to overindulge. Actually, I'm being more successful at not fighting them. I have found that, if I entertain the notion and argue with myself long enough, over whether or not I should indulge, I will lose the argument, say "What the heck!" and binge. But if I just accept the idea that these thoughts are going to continuously go through the revolving door of my mind, I just let them revolve their a$$ right back out where they came from. I know that sounds overly simplistic, but if you don't allow an idea to take root, it doesn't fester. It's kind of like someone telling you not to remember something. Then, you can't get it out of your head. Substituting doesn't work for me. So, if I get the urge to eat a banana split, I'm going to somehow be satisfied with eating 5 pounds of celery and cauliflower? That would just make me feel miserable when I got done with the banana split. Better to just realize that I'm not really hungry; I'm just bored, or looking to do something out of habit, and dismiss the thought. Anyway, seems to be working so far. I'm in no danger of becoming bolemic.
Oh, some of us have such a knack for saying so much, without saying anything at all. Ah, who cares? Keeps me from thinking about food. Toodles!
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