Ok, I gotta tell you, I'm in class right now and I started off paying attention. Really! I had every intention of listening to the lecture until the professor, in his scary accent, said the one word I always detested in school: statistics.
So long, Professor! I'm mentally checking out.
And as I was sitting here, pretending to pay attention, my mind started to wander. I was thinking about how I'd rather be doing pretty much anything right now. Like the gym. And believe me, I gotta be pretty bored to consider that an option. But thinking about the gym made me think about being sweaty. And thinking about being sweaty? Yeah, it made me think about sex.
Shutup - you know your mind would take you there, too. I'm not the only dirty gal in this bunch!
Well, next thing I know, I am thinking about how awful my body looks naked. That even though I've lost weight, over the years, I've shrunk on the inside but my outside just hangs there. I have skin. On my tummy, my ass, my thighs. Hell, I am pretty sure my FINGERS are stretched out at this point. I wonder how thin I would be if I could just suck all this extra skin off. I know, secretly, there's a size 10 just dying to burst out and sing "BUY ME A FITTED TOP!"
BUt it's not over yet.
Because I was thinking about me naked body and then thinking about shopping and the next thing I know, I am thinking about how much I would enjoy a Chai Latte right now. And what else would I enjoy? A vacation, a copious amount of cash (which I might roll around in naked were it not for my scary nakedness), a milkshake, my soft blanket and my pajamas, a good book to curl up with, some hot apple pie....
It always comes back to food for me. It seems inevitable. Everything I think about comes back to food. Maybe this is the biggest problem of them all.
Someone, anyone, brainwash me! Please!