High on Sugar Mountain

Once again, indoor soccer game bright and early tomorrow. I find that hard on Saturdays and often have to miss my favorite support group meeting, which will be even harder to catch now that H. is joining a running group at the Y that meets every Sat. at 8:30 a.m. I think I can get there late after that, once H. scoots back and scoops Punchy.

I am really going off the rails with unhealthy eating, as in ordering a small chocolate/cinnamon/cayenne milkshake w chocolate chunks within and outrageously good torched housemade marshmallow on top at Bareburger. Then, jagged cuts of brownies Punchy got at a parish bake sale. What void am I trying to fill? What anxiety am I trying to still? What fear am I trying to bury in treats and sweets? They're not treats if you can't stop. What is going on?

I really would like to be eating more healthfully. 

But to transfer would like or want into can or am--that is the uphill battle. Here I stand on Sugar Mountain, with the white crystals shifting under my feet. You cannot climb anywhere worth going on a mountain made of sugar.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Clean nighttime skin care.
2. Blowout.
3. Saw my friend Anne! Good to catch up.
4. Had some strawberries.
5. Delicate wash, which always feels like TCOY.
6. Walked here and there.
7. Made call for dr. appt.