because I'm trying not to eat too much. I find that if I sit quietly on the couch and watch TV, or sit at the computer and don't get up, I don't eat too much. If I move around the house at all, food starts jumping into my mouth. It's true! I'm helpless! Carbalicious stuff and chocolate hurls itself right at my head and if I don't want to end up seriously injured I have to open my mouth in self-defense. It's rough.
January hasn't gotten me too far down yet. I started a new library tech course called Subject Analysis and Classification. My instructor immediately informed us that this was one of the most challenging courses in the curriculum, and the most difficult to learn online, and we were all absolutely going to feel VERY CONFUSED AND FRUSTRATED at the beginning, if not for the entire duration. She stopped just short of saying, you might as well just go eat ice cream and watch Luther and flush any thoughts of having a marketable skill again right down the crapper. Somewhat surprisingly, I didn't flip out and go OH MY GOD I'M TOTALLY GOING TO FAIL and drown my sorrows with ice cream and Luther. Well, not immediately anyway. I didn't get out much this week, but most of the neighbourhood is a glittery smooth ice sheet of death so it was a good excuse. I do need to get some exercise this week, though. If only to keep up my strength for fending off the food that keeps flying at my face (hey, alliteration!).
I will conclude with one final St. Lucia-related anecdote that didn't fit in any of the other posts. We flew home with the family we had met, and we were standing in Toronto waiting for our bags to arrive on the baggage carousel -- they were staying the night in Toronto before driving home to Peterborough, we were trying to catch our flight home to Ottawa, and the time was tight, and the bags were taking a really long time to get there. When the carousel finally ground into motion, we started hugging each other so our family could grab our bags and run (thereby becoming those people I always feel like laughing at, tearing through the airport with desperate eyes and flailing briefcases). As we disentangled from each other and started to move away, Eve announced, "Eric and I just had an awkward hug!"
Won't be your last, sweetie. Not by a long shot.