Today I was sick, so I ate tons of green beans and even MORE dessert. Ice cream heals! It also gives me the sugar-shakes. I think I might regret this in five minutes…or five minutes ago.
This is a recurring problem, and I’m sure a metaphor for something meaningful. I should see a psychiatrist to work-out this and many other issues, but I don’t like therapy. I prefer to solve my problems with huge bowls of ice cream teeming with butterscotch chips. This is the most scrumptious catch-22 ever to exist.
But, seriously, I would like to get out of this emotional eating trap. It may be easier had I not been raised this way for the past 22 years.
