Anyway, I detoured through the Jewel post-run because I was rambling on and Meg needed some groceries and she offered to buy me ice cream (usually something I only do when I’m alone). Since I was sans my money, I took her up on it because that’s what I wanted for dinner. Yes. I wanted ice cream for dinner. You wouldn’t know it to look at me this week, but that is the space my head is in. My head is in the “ice cream for dinner" space. Go ahead, judge me.
See? This is why I buy and eat ice cream alone.
Anyway, to further fuck up this story and reveal how much crazy actually resides in this here head o’ mine, I had this revelation (an “ah ha” moment for the Oprahites) while we were standing in the frozen food aisle:
You know Meg, when I get weird and depressed and all up in my head like I am now, I have this obsessive need to buy diet books and exercise DVDs. This might have made sense two years ago (pre-my fabulous running self) but it doesn’t really make sense for a person who works out five or six days a week to buy these things. (Or does it?)What we have here, dear readers, is the identification of a pattern of behavior... or me thinks the crazy is always the same. Sadness = excessive focus on body image. Excessive focus on body image = obsessive and impulsive purchasing of diet and fitness paraphernalia. And least we not forget the ice cream... that simply must be a piece of this puzzle.
And that’s not even the real issue.
The real issue is my j-o-b.