Monday, April 23, 2012
I LOVE having coffee with my friends, but why must they order a brownie and split it for us to share?!? I love brownies. They are gooey, rich, chocolatey, sweet, small versions of chocolate cake. The thing is, I don't like feeling obligated to say yes when they ask if I want to share one. I am in charge of what I eat. I can say no. Why is it so hard? How do I know if actually want a brownie? Who wouldn't want one? Why do I have to think so much about eating half a brownie? I LOVE having coffee with my friends. Brownies??? Maybe...Sometimes.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Right now I'm visiting the Observer. He's on the toilet. I'm really sad tonight. I left my parents' house and won't return until next weekend. I miss them already. I'm such a baby sometimes. I need to grow up. Today I ate like a horse. My intake included: cereal w. berries, milk, rice chips, a pita w. chicken, a cupcake, strawberries, Minni Eggs, potato soup and pizza. Whoa! I didn't really sleep last night. Lack of sleep makes me EAT. I don't really trust myself to go home and not restrict. I need my parents' unconditional support. I have the Observer and he's pretty great.
On the upside, I got to see my nephew Cole. He has croup. Poor little dude. I gave him lots of kisses. My brother is sick too. Hopefully they feel better. My Dad captured my feelings perfectly. He said, "Life's a ride and I want to get off." I do - but just tonight.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Q. What is the difference between "fiance" and "fiancee?"
A. If a female is referring to a male, then it is spelled fiance. If a man is referring to a woman, she is referred to as fiancee. They are both pronounced the same.
Weren't you always wondering this....or maybe it's only me???
Thursday, April 12, 2012
I peed on the floor of my therapist's office today. In case you don't know, I cannot walk. I need help getting to the toilet. Outside of my apartment, there is no help. If I have to pee, I have to hold it. Well, I couldn't hold it and you know what happened next. I was embarrassed. My therapist said nothing. Maybe next week, she will. I had a third coffee at lunch, which was a bad idea. Peeing my pants sucks. The person who cleaned me up was OK. What if I still smell?
On my taxi trip to meet the Observer yesterday, we stopped at a food bank to pick up a passenger. The Food Bank happened inside a shady-looking church. The people coming in and out looked rough. Some had no teeth. Some had mismatched clothes. Some had a bewildered look in their eyes. I saw an old man with cans in his pockets who could barely walk. I wanted to cry. Food. Food. Food. We need it. I think about food a LOT. I have enough. If I want food, I buy it. I'm uncomfortable with my own relationship with food. We have this love/hate connection. All I can really say is the trip to the Food Bank made me think....and feel grateful for the dinner I ate later on.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
* Having a sweet Good Friday with the Observer
* Poached salmon on spinach salad from Hot House Cafe
* Titanic in 3D
* Celebrating seven years with the Observer
* My Dad taking me to have a medical test
* The test being negative
* The beautiful weather we have today
* The cute guy at the bank who asked if I was meeting the Observer
* The bunny I saw hopping in the backyard at my parents' house
* Seeing Riley, my parents' dog
* Celebrating Easter at Joe and Gisa's (The Observer's brother and sister-in-law's) house tomorrow
* That spring is coming soon
* Maple biscotti cookies from Second Cup
* My family
Thursday, April 05, 2012
Tonight I watched Mary And Max on Netflix. I LOVED this movie! It's funny, serious and sweet. I cried. I love animated films from England. The last one I saw before tonight was Arthur Christmas. It was entertaining too! Arthur made The Observer cry, but that's easy to do....
In Mary And Max, there's a part where (young) Mary is telling Max about her neighbour. She says, "He's scared of outside, which is a disease called homophobia."
That line is STILL making me smile!
Happy (almost) Good Friday!