Confessing to stressing.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Confessing to stressing, and having a hard time with juggling all the balls in the air right now. Still trying to be keeping on, but the
moments, oh, yes, it is stress that makes me turn to food moments have been rather blinding lately. I cracked open my 4 Day Win book when I saw I had creaked upwards in poundage- dang, I've gained 10 pounds while handling this crap. New housemates, who are eating my food, taking my bath room lotion to their room (?), don't do their own dishes, AND- let my budgie out of the house. I miss my bird. I really miss my bird. (She did sing a couple of songs to me from the trees outside my window. Hope she lasts a while out there in the wild of Oakland.) I hate the new drama queen house mates. They have passionate arguments in the early morning, the afternoon- the evening. They have the TV on 5-10 hours a day. I need to move.
I've loved this place for 2 years. Crap, crap, crap. Time to move on.
The tension in the house is total crap.
Ok, now that I've said this- I can start to look for a new home, and stop bollocking it up in my stomach. I can listen to my body, heat, mind, and know it's time to move on. This was a good place to live for a while- but it's not like I'm 'stuck' here. I can get my groove on elsewhere. I can keep the good friends, and get some distance from the drama queens.