Oh, this figures.

So remember how I said I thought I was fighting off a cold, and was talking about needing to get some fresh produce to combat it? Well, I didn't get sick then. I got paid, and I got good food, and I even started taking a B vitamin complex .... and after a week of that I came down with the lingering bastard cold from hell. Stupid immune system!

Another edition of owning up to sucking.

Yup. I've undone almost everything I accomplished in my brief time of actually paying attention to what I was eating. I keep trying to find the motivation, and just not finding it at all. I'm aware this is stupid, counter-productive, and self-destructive. And yet somehow that all gets over-ridden by "Meh. Tired. Noodles."

Ermahgerd.

Didn't realize how long it's been since I posted. It's been a trying couple of weeks, for a lot of personal reasons. I'm not proud of it, but I did a fuckton of emotional eating. Or sometimes emotional not-eating. There were days I binged, days I didn't eat a single thing, days where I barely ate but it was all carbs, and days when I ate exactly as I should have.

The last three days have been good, almost accidentally. I didn't plan my meals, exactly, and I didn't think much about what I was eating. I just went to the store and did my shopping mostly on auto-pilot, and turns out my auto-pilot knew what I should and shouldn't purchase. Of course, the fact that I'm exceedingly broke and can't afford to go out to lunch with my friends at work etc definitely helps.

I'm settling in to my new job; I'm liking it so much I'm pretty much waiting for the other shoe to drop, honestly. It seems too good to be true. An easy job, a nice environment, friendly people, all the overtime I can work, decent pay .... they must require a blood sacrifice every couple of months, right? There's got to be something wrong with it.

Because it's going so well, I'm kind of terrified of the fact that I feel like I'm fighting off a cold -- attendance is a huge thing at this place. I've got a few of the little symptoms I get when my immune system is fighting something. Normally I'd drown myself in fruit and as many vegetables as I can stand ... but all I have left is one nectarine, half a pint of raspberries, and some frozen peaches! And since I have no money, and won't get my paycheck until Friday, and won't be able to take it to the bank until Saturday, I'll just have to hope my body can fend this off with enough sleep and fluids, I guess.

If I can manage to fight this off, and not come down with anything until the second week of November, that would mean I had gone an entire year without a cold, which is something I've never managed in my life before! Here's hoping.