"This love is like nothing I have ever known..." -Don Henley
Friday, October 1, 2010
I need a junk food intervention
If it's true that you are what you eat, I am an unhealthy mess. Which may not be wholly inaccurate these days between moving and TTC. Since this week has been spent moving our stuff into the new house and painting, unpacking, etc., my eating habits have been absolutely deplorable. My husband usually cooks fantastic meals when we're at home, and we eat plenty of veggies, whole grains, chicken, etc. In stark contrast, here is my dinner menu from the past week:
Sunday - Dairy Queen coney dog
Monday - chili
Tuesday - hot dog (totally forgot that's essentially what I had Sunday)
Wednesday - Wendy's cheeseburger combo meal (I did get a Diet Coke though...)
Thursday - an oatmeal cookie (I wish I were kidding.)
I am actually borderline embarassed about that list. But not embarrassed enough to keep me from admitting I am sitting here eating Sour Patch Watermelons at 10:00 a.m.
And speaking of being a mess, I had a horrifying dream this morning about a plane crashing in the field behind my parents' house. After it crashed, I was supposed to get on a plane from the same airline and ended up panicking and running off the plane, at which point I woke up with my heart pounding out of my chest. Interpretation via Google and one of those dream interpretation websites:
"To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified."
Well. That's pretty much spot on, now isn't it? I'm afraid of not being able to get pregnant, and I am afraid we have bitten off more than we can chew with this house. Especially after my husband destroyed the bathroom while I went to Walmart (while it definitely needed redone, it was not on my "things that need done immediately" list, that's for sure).
Here's a before and after:
I immediately blew up at him, but have since cooled off and just told him, "Fix it." He should have plenty of time since I am insisting that we finally move into the house for good this weekend.
Holy TGIF! And in honor of a new month and the cool temperatures here, some lyrics:
"Summer has come and passed...Wake me up when September ends." - Green Day
"We watch the season pull up its own stakes/And catch the last weekend of the last week/Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced/Another sun soaked season fades away..." - Dashboard Confessional