A few reasons I haven't binged
Thursday, August 25, 2011
during my MIL's stay:
my stomach HURTS - all the stress, all the bickering, yes, but it mainly hurts because I have to take such deep breaths and force my voice out so hard so I can be heard - it's like singing a 10 day aria by the time she leaves. My stomach is in knots. And no, I'm not a trained opera singer so my diaphragm, stomach, lungs and the rest of my screaming internal organs aren't really equipped.
at mealtimes it's easy to not overeat or binge because my food is covered in minute spittle - she talks with her mouth completely full and there are only 3 of us at the table so...it's rude to sit farther away
i'm never alone. Someone is always with me. I can't stuff myself full if someone is always speaking to me, asking me where things are, what there is to do, etc. I'm always in a conversation, and unlike some, I don't talk with my mouth stuffed full.
I'm always cleaning. NO I'm not a neat freak, I'm kind of messy, but the crumb-age in my house is NUTS. No plates are used. Cookie, cake, tart, meat bits, everything, everywhere. I'm sick of scooping up bits of old nasty food. So, yeah, not so into the eating this week.
5 more days. I hope I don't start getting up in the night to eat or just to get some time alone.
I love the woman, she is kind, and sweet, and tries to help at every turn. But sometimes, when my hands are full with grocery bags, I don't need someone to help me by shoving the sun shade from the car into my already full hands. I don't need someone to read to my kid in the car and then put the book in front of my face while I'm trying to make a turn or otherwise driving. I do love her, but I'm going a bit nuts.