Can I just say something? I love bagels. Like New York City style “gimme an errythin bagel with some lox schmear” LOVE bagels. I could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
So I did. I’m kind of an obsessive person like that. I’ll get on a binge for days until I can’t do it anymore. I’m not going to say it’s even remotely healthy. It’s not. But it’s what I do. My mom rolls her eyes at this habit I have. She’ll recount the many foods that I would eat non-stop until my whole body was basically made up of it. Pancakes, microwave eggs, toaster waffles, oreos… on and on until here I am, 23 years later, up to my eyeballs in bagels.
It wouldn’t be that big of a deal to a normal person. But I try to pretend I can eat whatever I want. I believe some people call that denial. What? Gluten intolerance? Not me! …until I come crashing down days later and can’t function without 14 hours of sleep, 3 Red Bulls and 5 trips to Starbucks. At least I’m getting rewards stars for the last one. Add in the fact that I’m working a part time job, I’m a full time college student, trying to run a photography business and blog AND have a new man in my life? The bags under my eyes have bags under them.
I’ve had a couple of these dragging types of days in the last few weeks before I went crazy-eyes over the bagels. I call them my “caffeine and a prayer” days because those are the only two things keeping me alive. Yesterday was a caffeine-and-a-prayer day. Today’s shaping up to be one too and I can’t keep this up. I will be stopping at Grateful Greens after class(es? I don’t know if I can stay awake through the second one today) and loading up on vegetables. and praying that they sell Kombucha.
Sorry body. I promise I’ll be a better owner. Right after this bagel with schmear.