time is our friend sometimes
How do you mend a broken heart?
I could feed it chocolate and cheese, but I’m not hungry. Correction, I sometimes feel hungry, but food has lost all appeal and I don’t want anything to do with it. I force myself to eat apples and oranges at work. I do like to drink coffee, thank g*d, because it helps when sleep is so elusive. I’ve lost 7 pounds so far. My jeans are no longer tight. I see ribs (I know that is kinda sick, but I admit that I like seeing ribs on myself. My sick issue, I know, and probably best saved for another post.)
I could drown it with alcohol. But I’ll wind up a drunken, sappy, emotional mess (especially not having eaten anything).
Retail therapy? Nah, I’m more interested in paying down my credit cards. In fact, I need to return a dress I bought on that trip down to DC with St. Elmo. I can’t see myself wearing it now.
I am going to try to put lots of energy into running. The weather is warming up and Central Park will be calling my name. I just hope that I will be able to regularly drag my sorry ass out of bed early in the morning.
The only tried and true thing that will mend it is time. That’s what everyone is saying. Damn that time! Sometimes it passes too quickly (as in “ how the hell am I almost 36 already??”) and other times, not fast enough (“where the hell is the weekend??”).
This blog, and all of you, will help me immensely. The support in this blogosphere is incredible. Thank you for that. I started this blog to get over a broken heart. I think it will help me once again.