"It's the same with your dreams and nightmares. You have to feed them to keep them alive." ~ John Nash
I was required to see a therapist in 2007, so I pulled out his old letterhead* to get his phone number and tried to make an appointment. Unfortunately, waiting over a year between visits means you have to go through the new patient referral process again, which takes a few weeks. Note to self: plan the next meltdown a month in advance.
*after two visits, when he declared I was too smart for therapy (ha! who's the dumbass now?), I asked him to write a note for Patrick, who was dubious at best, that I was fine.
My dad suggested swapping out obsessions, telling me that food and exercise had always been successful for him. I'm wondering if he meant the thought of an exercise obsession, though, since it occurs to me I've never actually seen him work out. It matters not. I dragged this flabby ass to the gym today, and now I'm too tired to do much of anything else. Bravo.
[Love Remains the Same - Gavin Rossdale]
6 comments:
Lord V and I stood outside a strip mall window and mocked people wheezing their way up and down stair stepping machines at a 24 hour fitness place.
*snort*
We felt pretty smug with our saggy belly's and hands full of bags of freshly purchased snacks from the walgreens beside the 24 hour fitness place.
I sadly go to the gym 6 days per week. The monotony is so great there that I have been forced to actually speak with some of my fellow gym mates which is another horror story entirely.
Kat: I should probably choose the food obsession instead.. ;)
Laoch: that is some iron-clad willpower, but don't you know the trick of putting ipod headphones in your ears so it looks like you can't hear your gym mates?
Maybe therapist offices could recommend the goingtothegymwhilewewaitingtobeseenplan - I think their success rate (with those less smart) would skyrocket!
chocolate icecream has been working pretty darn good for me lately. I recommend it. LOL
P.S. Thanks for your comment on my earlier blog entry. I need to stop over-censoring myself at my blog.
-Michelle
terri: at a minimum, a bar to wait in while waiting to be seen...is that too much to ask?
Michelle: fly little butterfly - be free! ;)
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