laundry, food, life

yeah, time for laundry... the sweat soaked sheets and towels from this very long weekend were asking for washing... and i decided to end the fast with a hot pocket... there's nothing much in the house except canned and frozen stuff... food is expensive, especially healthy food... and i have spent way way way too much money in the past few months covering all the bills without an income, so i must must must find more self-discipline... i suppose the absolute strctness of fasting is one way, and i have fasted for several days in the past, but i am givin in tonight and going to eat something else... even though i still feel seriously bloated even after not eating for almost 48 hours... nothing but water for almost 48 hours and still bloated?... and very little water the last eight hours, so what gives, body?... more evidence of the imaginary water balloons growing in my abdomen... i tell ya, they're in there!...

yeah, ok, i am back in silly spirits again... must be the laundry... no, truth is, it's food... food is my best friend... i wish i could find someone else like me in that way... everybody i meet who calls food their best friend is obses or near obese and that meanes food is not their best friend, food is their crutch and drug... too much... something is your best friend when it is not killing you, when you don't over-do it and it doesn't over-do you... when i did drugs, all those years ago, it was the same... i enjoyed playing with the drugs, the drugs were not an addiction using me... it's a matter of balance... run a marathon with me, then call food your best friend, ya falla?... ah yes, alas, sigh and all, the grand dream continues... and mocking me all the way, and i'm gonna go to the kitchen and forrage for some more now...

anybody wanna come over and play a game? :)