Yesterday’s cigarette
seizure drove me literally CRAZY. I was
so depressed thinking about my cigarettes that when we had our welcoming party
for another colleague’s daughter, I bought KFC…and I ate ate ate ate ate AND ate. I feel like that woman below (except for the hair lol):
I am usually
an emotional eater; I eat to feel good when I am sad /going through a rough
time (I think this is because I don’t like telling people what is really
bugging me and I keep all depressing feelings to myself and the fact that I hate
it when people comes around and starts whining like stupid for an unbearably
long time instead of actually doing something about their problem or I doubt
they do it on purpose to project a miserable image of themselves… I prefer to turn
to other sources to ease whatever negative emotions I stocked inside by eating,
smoking…). Now if I would have my
cigarettes, I would already be smoking one right NOW : (… OH the BLISS…
OK I do not
want my blog to be a whining blog. Let bygones
be bygones. I know I can do it without
cigarettes also, which means I’ll have to work harder to resist temptations and
to find something else to help me, I think it’s going to be weed (though people
say you get hungry when you take weed… I’ll research to confirm).
I’ll leave
you with this quote and hope you stayed stronger than me.
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