Sometimes, when I am pathetic and depressed and have no, um... receiver? for my feelings of extreme fondness and loss, I eat. My fluctuating weight over the years has been a testament to that. Other times, as in the recent anguish over dating guy, I *didn't* eat, but swam obsessively, and drank. (A newish coping mechanism I rather enjoy.) Other times, like right now, while yet another wave of sadness over that inexplicable, noncommunicative fella washes over me, I am taking classes. And, more important (more dangerous), buying things. Relentlessly.
I bought:
Three summer shirts (of course, now it is 41° again)
Two pairs of flip-flops (one for pool, one for wearing 'in public')
Clearance pink puma "running" shoes
Shampoo and conditioner
Placemats that match my plates
A blue terrycloth pool cover-up (wtf?!)
A cookbook of salads ($3.99)
Sunglasses for my cousin's new baby
Two greeting cards I will likely lose before sending
Two children's books for art class
Earrings I don't really need (but they were $5)
Brown capri-length sweat pants that are sorta funny-looking and gather at the bottom in a knit cuff-like thing...
$70 @ Walgreens for soap, deodorant, 2 kinds of foundation, an eyeliner, and lotion (that girly shit is EXPENSIVE! Holy crap!)
Nail growth stuff
A bouquet of flowers from Trader Joe's (see above, when I post the pic)
I am also taking a Ukulele class (started Monday), and Brazilian Dance (which literally kicked. my. ass. - tonight), and I made grilled cheese for myself for dinner. And walked Lois for 45 minutes.
I have swam (swum?) every day this week, including Sunday. I have taken Cardio Pilates. I am doing both Cardio Pilates and swimming tomorrow, and teaching three kids' art classes.
So, what am I doing wrong here?
NONE of these things are uplifting my dark mood!!
