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I'm pissed off this morning.
I'm pissed off because
-I'm dog-sitting, and they pooped on the floor, and have been barking their heads off, and been generally unmanageable.
-It's cold. 35 degrees ("feels like: 29").
-It's a beautiful morning, but too cold to enjoy.
-I was woken up at 4 by the idiot dogs.
-I can't figure out how to turn off my cousin's alarm clock.
-It's cold.
-I can't find towels to take a shower, which I haven't had since Friday, despite getting fairly sweaty after a run yesterday.
-My friend is telling me on Facebook how I'm wrong about how much dogs suck, because she misses her dogs and has idealized them. is that a word?
The effect of cold on my life has become very clear over the past few months. When it's cold I can't convince myself to do things I should, like clean up things, do yoga, eat healthy foods, etc. My entire brain screams "sugar!" or "salt!", depending. If I have to get out into the cold, it makes me want to cry.
I was thinking it might be a low-fat thing, but the more I think about it, the more I remember times prior to becoming low-normal BMI that were the same. In undergrad, for example, I remember a documentary showing across campus that my roomie wanted to see, and I remember turning to her and saying "I'm sorry, I just can't stand to go out into the cold again." I remember the profound despair that I just couldn't do it.
Nah, this isn't a new thing.
I just gotta hang in there until I can move to a warmer climate, I guess :/
I'm pissed off because
-I'm dog-sitting, and they pooped on the floor, and have been barking their heads off, and been generally unmanageable.
-It's cold. 35 degrees ("feels like: 29").
-It's a beautiful morning, but too cold to enjoy.
-I was woken up at 4 by the idiot dogs.
-I can't figure out how to turn off my cousin's alarm clock.
-It's cold.
-I can't find towels to take a shower, which I haven't had since Friday, despite getting fairly sweaty after a run yesterday.
-My friend is telling me on Facebook how I'm wrong about how much dogs suck, because she misses her dogs and has idealized them. is that a word?
The effect of cold on my life has become very clear over the past few months. When it's cold I can't convince myself to do things I should, like clean up things, do yoga, eat healthy foods, etc. My entire brain screams "sugar!" or "salt!", depending. If I have to get out into the cold, it makes me want to cry.
I was thinking it might be a low-fat thing, but the more I think about it, the more I remember times prior to becoming low-normal BMI that were the same. In undergrad, for example, I remember a documentary showing across campus that my roomie wanted to see, and I remember turning to her and saying "I'm sorry, I just can't stand to go out into the cold again." I remember the profound despair that I just couldn't do it.
Nah, this isn't a new thing.
I just gotta hang in there until I can move to a warmer climate, I guess :/