Journal de Organized Chaos, 19 juil. 21

I think I finally realized I have a problem. I went to my physical a few weeks ago and the doctor said I was in good health but a little heavy. She asked if I wanted to meet with a nutritionist I was a little skeptical but I said sure. When I went to my visit with the nutritionist she flat out told me I should probably get a therapist. Apparently my eating is not half bad. The problem is when I get super stressed out I turn to food. So she asked what happened so she could maybe help me figure out a way to maybe help me. After explaining about half of my day she stopped writing.

I explained that I have a higher stress job with deadlines and a huge crop of jerks in the cube farm that I deal with on a daily basis before going home to a bunch of tiny humans that are ravenous every 10 minutes. Once I deal with the tiny humans I go back to dealing with the jerk farm. I am plugged in 24/7 at work. The tiny humans appear to be playing a game of I’m not touching you at all times. The dog constantly farts and looks at all of us like he wishes he would be put up for adoption. Even the goldfish look slightly traumatized. They only swim to the front once a day when it’s feeding time.

Sooooo… I guess I should find a therapist or just vent on here more. I’m pretty sure if I went to go see a real therapist I would be in a straight jacket in under week. After a nice relaxing weekend with the boyfriend I am trying to live with less stress. I finished work at five and jumped on the treadmill for 45 minutes. I made sure I had the refrigerator packed full of grab snacks for the tinies. I am now journaling here and reporting that nothing spectacular happened today other than the fact that it was a Monday and everybody lost their brain cells over the weekend. I literally told a coworker today type this blah blah blah and she typed absolutely nothing. Why? I don’t know. I still don’t know. I walked away. Instead of trying to understand why someone could not follow a simple instruction I chose to keep my sanity and not yell and walked away.

Now it’s 8 PM and I’m trying to figure out what normal people do in the evening when they are not working 60 hour weeks.