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STEVE.

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- January 23, 2015

It's been decided. My pancreas will be called Steve.

Welcome to the fold, now acknowledged Steve.

You twitchy bastard.

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Hmm....

- February 08, 2014

I had a bad Sunday and Tuesday this past week, so I really wanted to be good the rest of the week. Friday I was sadly not good. I could kick myself. Several things happened... Ok so at school I am putting on a abridged production of the musical Annie. It is about 30 minutes long with nice simple choreography and songs. We had auditions on Friday, and those went REALLY well and the actual audition part was fun. The casting part, however, was not fun. Two things happened during this process: 1) A parent brought us in lunch, which were personal pizzas. 2) I was stressed out of my mind because I was going to have to make some hard decisions that I knew would make some of the kids sad, which in turn made me sad. So with these two things together, I proceeded to stress eat almost the whole personal pizza.I don't even remember eating it. I ate while we made the hard decisions. Terrible idea. I ended up having 6 people who didn't get the parts they really wanted. I announced

Shit 'bout to get real: The Insides of Stress Eating

- March 31, 2014

So the past 24 hours have been torture. It's not what you think. I am not having stupid cravings fueled by psychotic dreams of Cheese recently. I have eaten really well, even gone to the gym and worked out. I didn't gain too much weight after this week of "I get to eat more loosely since the challenge is over and I should reward myself."...honestly though most of the cheating came from the fact that I was STELLAR with food last week, not giving into any cravings or allowing myself an inch.That kind of behavior usually results in my going crazy not long after, eating all the chocolate in sight (see Cadbury Mini Eggs of Shame below...) Anyways... The torturous aspect comes from the fact that my anxiety has reared its ugly head, despite taking my meds on the regular. Last night was a lot of tossing and turning, laying in bed obsessing over work, the stresses that come with it, and other life junk. I haven't obsessed like this on regular meds in...well...ever.