It's been a while since I have written anything here, midnight seems a good time to try. Everything has been stressing me out here lately and I'm turning to my old enemy, Mr. Junk Food. I'm not even making any effort to stop stuffing my face. I've gone downhill again when you would think I would be trying to get rid of any lbs I can before I get on the plane next week.
I always know when things stresss me out. It's kinda like I am standing in the street with everybody going around me doing their thing and nobody even sees me. Just standing there not knowing enough to make my way to the sidewalk. Even cars, trucks buses,what-have-you just going around me like I wasn't there.
I made a few slow starts to get myself ready to go home. My hair has been touched up, and today I found a piece of luggage and my c-pap bag, and started sorting through some clothes. I took up the straps on my ole fat-lady bathing suit, and also on 2 tank tops. I am waiting for two shorts and some things to keep my feet from sliding in my new sandles, maybe they might come tomorrow.
i hope just getting off the plane and seeing the things and people I grew up with will make me feel less lost. Maybe I might even find a little time for myself and get some strength to take up the stress of daily living and maybe get back on my weight loss plan.
Meanwhile I am standing in the middle of the street like a big dummy. Maybe some kind soul will take me by the elbow, guide me to the side of the street and make me stand on the sidewalk out of danger. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow
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