This is a brief, and I mean brief, detour from the current series of blog posts on our trip to Peru. I’ve missed writing about other things, and frankly the universe has been so busy f—ing me royally, that I decided to call her out.
Suffice it to say that things have been less than great since my return from Peru. I’ll spare you the gory details of daily my shit storm and the inner workings of my dark mind. It’s just been tough. And since our return, I’ve found myself surprisingly frustrated by the lack of physical challenge that I had every single day in Peru. Apparently I flourish with a tour guide there to wake me early, push me to keep going and drive me around to the places I will be doing said activities. Having cooks to prepare the food I need doesn’t hurt either. Maybe I’m more of a princess than I realized? Anyway, being home I’ve found myself much more sedentary again and in addition to watching the 7 lbs I lost in Peru creep back on, I just feel blah.
Daily conflict with my college and post college age kids contributes to the dark place I’m dwelling. And the universe: the bitch just keeps tossing stuff in my face and challenging me to shit or get off the pot. My iPod which has about 3,000 tracks, mysteriously keeps shuffling to The Secret, a new age-“let the universe show you the way”-embrace change- kind of audio book that I downloaded several years ago. And while I generally hit skip right away, twice recently I’ve listened to the annoying Austrailian author, Rhonda Bynes, make her point… And had to concur that she had one. A point. None the less, why is this series of lectures suddenly popping up on my shuffle (a theoretically random selector!), when it generally only happens 2-3x a year? The Universe… messing with me… royally.
So, this morning, nursing some pulled muscles and feeling like I deserved to lick my wounds and something crunchy/salty, I pulled out my Costco size bag of Cheez Its. I haven’t eaten them in ages and I felt it was just the right poison for what ails me right now. It should be noted that when I stripped my bed this morning, there were 2 chocolate stains, some popcorn crumbs and an unknown grease finger print. Admittedly, sedentary days are not my only problem in the weight department. Still, I wanted those Cheez Its. I deserved them. So I opened the mega bag, set them on the counter to get a bowl, and voila! That stupid bag was pushed off the counter by none other than…
What the hell could the Universe possibly intend? What’s her point? I’m fat? I shouldn’t drown my issues in food? I should go for another walk? What?! This much I know, I picked those damned crackers up (eating a few directly off the floor) and put them back in the bag. I made every effort to remove any dog hairs, but if you visit my house in the next couple of weeks, and I offer you Cheez Its, I’d pass.