I am like SO tired of these boring fonts. If I was a geek, a real geek, I would do something about it. But I am only a novice geek, so I have to make do.
Well, how are things going with the 40 Days experiment?
I dunno.
Okay I guess.
I'm having some problems with timing. And they got even more silly yesterday while I was standing at the consultation window with the pharmacist at Wal-Mart. He had just handed over some low dose antibiotics that I take from time to time when I have an outbreak of rosacea. He told me, "Now don't take these with your vitamins, like calcium or iron." Oy! the doctor just told me to take my iron pills three times a day, and you aren't supposed to take iron pills with calcium or dairy products, so I can't take the iron in the morning with breakfast, so I was taking them at lunch and dinner and sometimes in the afternoon. So when am I going to take these antibiotics? I can't take them in the morning with my calcium, or in the afternoon with my iron, or at snack time with my other iron. Does this mean I have to set the alarm and take my antibiotics at midnight? That's just so wrong on so many levels.
As I was taking my vitamins one by one this morning, and mulling over my pill taking strategy for the day, it suddenly came over me why people could come to the conclusion that "taking good care of yourself" is just too damn much work.
And of course this feeling is exacerbated for me right now because of my own personal 40 Days project on top of the regular things that I try to do every day. It dawned on me also that perhaps my body has a mind of its own, and has decided that _ _ _ pounds is the weight it is sticking with, no matter what that little twit with the unnatural hair color takes it into her head to try. Perhaps my body has reached its own Waterloo and is making a stand. And nothing I do will budge it from its fortress.
Now I think it is generally frowned upon in psychiatry to see oneself as a bunch of fragmented parts. Multiple personality disorder is probably not as much fun as it looks on TV. But really, don't you feel like there's more than just one aspect of yourself? Perhaps what is good for one part, drives the other part right up the freaking wall! In a situation like that, who wins? The Rasputin part....?
"You WILL do as I say. You are putty in my hands. You will EAT that Oreo, and the fourteen Oreos that lie next to it. You must have milk. Lots of milk."
Or the Responsible part....?
"Oreos taste great. Milk is good. But do you REALLY want to eat them? What about that number on the scale? Don't we want that to go DOWN, not up? You can do it. You're a smart person. You can handle this situation without resorting to stuffing your face with fat and sugar. How's about this mini carrot? Eh? Eh? Looks good eh?"
I think there's another personality in there, but I haven't identified her yet. Maybe she's the sane one. Not sure yet. I'm working on it. Tell you what, I'll get back to you on that.
In the meantime, I STILL don't know when to take my antibiotics. Maybe I'll have time during my NEXT life.
Sigh.