Life is about change, about adapting to our situation in order to better ourselves. Life is about growth. We learn from the things we must endure, and sometimes we become better people because of those things. This is my journey. In 28 short years I have already learned so much, but I have a long way to go. It's time to take my life back, it's time for me. This is my self discovery.
I haven’t been really posting much, and generally that leads to a post saying something like, “I’m gonna try to get better about posting.”
I probably won’t.
But I’m sitting here thinking that I need to eat something, but everything I think of my brain kind of goes, “Meh.” So I started wondering.
I’ve been having this issue for a week or so. I’m not purposely not eating, but it seems more like I get busy doing things and don’t even think about food.
That’s fine and dandy, but by the time I actually consider eating my stomach is pained and I have a headache. Everything I think about eating makes me feel nauseous, like I’ve gone over that point of being too hungry and am now just sick.
I’ve had so much trouble with food issues in the past, and I don’t know if what’s happening now is a problem or if I just need to be more mindful of my body signaling that I’m hungry.
Mindfulness seems to help with most things, so we will try it and see what happens. I’m just really tired of being the cause of feeling sick and trying to deny that I’m doing anything wrong.
A five year old at the gas station said he liked my “bat woman” tattoo excitedly. His father condescendingly asked how many I had. I told him I had 11. He scoffed and asked how waiting tables all my life sounded and I said, “it’s alright on the weekends, but throughout the week I’m your son’s teacher.” He walked out without another word.