The yoga of limited edition honey and mustard chipz

Relapse. Salara, Pine tart. Pine Tart and Salara. Snack chocolate pudding. Chocolate. popcorn junk. Devon cream biscuits. Thinking each time that I will just eat and then get on with real work. Picking up stuff from the supermarket shelf and not putting it back.  Cream stuff.

Not moving. Deadlines due. Creativity needed. Words are to be put together to make sense out of nonsense or to highlight the absurd but it is work. Work words.

Tea. Chocolate biscuits, Buns.   Email drafted several times to friend who can be counsellor and deleted because something about re-organising the brain and the thoughts and not using up the friend's reading support and keeping it for a rainy day when I really need the ear. Trying not to be dependent.

A very rainy day. It feels like it should be used well.

Belly feels puffed up with all the junk and the mind is also reminding you that the junk should not be there. Rain and flood and things out of your control.


Things to put in order. Small tasks which should be useful. Technical things to be tested.

Watermelon and Orange to eat to try to be healthy with the sweet thing. 

Limited Edition Honey and Mustard chipz picked up and put back on the supermarket shelf. Then put in the basket and paid for with money which does not come so easy.

The taste is awful. But tasting the awful taste is a kind of reminder that this junk does not help and that it is okay to just wait awhile and do what I could until I could concentrate and get up again.


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