Poor Lonely Mustard

Blogged on Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 by Rachael. Filed in Blog365, Complaint, Contradictory, Randomness, pregnant!.

So anyway, I’m moving in a few months.  You know what that means, right?!  PACKING!!!

AIEEEE!  I don’t even have BOXES yet.  Or packing tape!  Or room to stack boxes of packed stuff!  *pant, pant*

When I’m not plotting my packing strategies, or hyperventilating about the lack of packing supplies available to me when said strategies occur to me, I’m lamenting my constant need to eat.

I’m sure some of you think this is a silly ridiculous thing to be complaining about - eating!  What’s easier than eating?  I’ll tell you what.  NOT eating.

I can’t just ignore it when my stomach suddenly screams at me EAT OR DIE!!!  Because that’s what it truly feels like - if I don’t eat, I will quite suddenly and with finality, waste away to absolutely nothing more than a pile of comfy clothes.  I can be in the middle of work, and like clockwork, BLAM.  I have to eat. RIGHT. NOW.

Sigh.  I thought I’d be above the whining over eating this time, but frankly I’m too overall whiny lately to care.  I like the taste of food, I enjoy eating like most people do, but I hate HAVING to eat.  I hate that I have no choice.  And I need to just get over it already, I know, I’m being completely silly.

So then when I do manage to motivate myself into the kitchen and think up something to eat - which seems to be impossible even though I go out of my way to grocery shop for things that will be easy to prepare and also to remember to eat - it’s all so tiring.  I’ll get out maybe only two or three ingredients for a sandwich, rather than the four or five (or more) that I usually pile on there.  And then I’ll leave out the mustard and the mayo and maybe even the bread, telling myself I’m just going to eat and then put them away, and guess what?

I get distracted and an hour and a half later I wander into the kitchen again and HAHAHA I’M STUPID, there is the mustard, sitting there, getting warm, and I wonder to myself about just how lazy WAS I that I can’t even put away the mustard?  The fridge is, what, two feet away?  For crying out loud.

At least I ate, right?

So I drove to the house today and took pictures, and I was going to post them here, and the computer and the camera are either having a fight or neither of them want to talk to ME, so there is nothing for you yet.  I am sorry.  I tried.  Really!