The Couch 115: Corduroy Pillows Are Making Headlines!

OK My recent misunderstanding with my T was probably due to my troublesome communication style. T said X and carried on up the road I repeated X to confirm but somehow my brain said D and I veered off the road, ploughed throuh the field ended up in the forest and got mad at T for not following.

You said they were anti-gay How else was I supposed to interpret that?

No wonder SD can't understand you.

Made jam drops yesterday dropping off the couch batch.

Actually, and I hope you don't take offense because I mean it sincerely, I was thinking it was a good post and I appreciated that you did not try to analyze me and my interaction with the therapist. I even got the humor. (excessive with the little pictures, but I understood it)

Remember, moss grows on the north side of trees.

Eta: Oh, wait...in Australia it probably grows on the south side.

For dessert I had frozen mango with some evaporated milk and vanilla. Mango ice cream.
No cool whip.
Ever.

I am not the one who is lost. I know exactly where i am. Its T who is lost.

The Salvation Army is anti gay so it's okay to hate their bell, so happy dance, is what I was trying to communicate. As t said friday, "some people call me Ishmael. " I just got how funny that is.

I'm heading to bed. I don't know where the weekend went. Night, couch!

I thought it grew fat on a rolling stone.

So the guy ended up coming at about 9:40. He had meant to text me to come over at 10 instead of 9, but his phone had been dead all day. Phew! I was really worried something bad had happened. Thanks you guys for your responses. You're right that I shouldn't let people jerk me around. And I agree that it's strange he doesn't lock his door.

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I spent a few weeks in Australia and never got used to the sun being in the north. I kept heading in the wrong direction.

Yay, we have internet access again. Turned out my dad had switched two cables when replacing the modem.

"But that's not how it used to be...."

I had America Pie stuck in my head all night

And now I do! But that's a good thing cuz it's one of my favorite songs.

I am a giver.

I just got on a set of scales for the first time in... oh, I don't know, maybe 20 years? I should probably try to lose weight. The problem is that if I do any form of physical exercise my mental health suffers, and I hate my body and everything about it so much that I do pretty much anything to avoid thinking about it. I should probably just load a bunch of audiobooks onto an mp3 player and start taking walks. It will make me feel worse and I doubt it would affect my weight or body shape in any way whatsoever, but it'd perhaps be good for my physical health anyway. And if I am to do it, now is the time to start, when the world is all green and lovely and heavy coats and hats are not necessary.

I hope this post is not inappropriate - if so, please report so it can be removed. I think it's okay to talk about weight and the gain or loss thereof in general terms without mentioning measurements (which I couldn't do anyway because I only speak metric), but please let me know if I'm wrong.

Completely okay to talk about it. I need to do something myself, have been trying but my issue is I live in extremes so makes it difficult. I also hate my body. I also hate what I've made people do because of it.

Took a SCUBA trip and was helping the trainees learn how to weight themselves properly and I had to learn how to convert stones into pounds .... that wasn't very fun. lol

First 48 hours with the spouse home completed. Glad I'm back at work.

I have taken to singing songs in my head as I try to sleep in order to get to sleep. It works maybe half the time. Apparently last night I fell asleep to "Darling Nikki," which is now stuck in my head.

Stones, pounds, gallons, hogsheads, inches, ponies, ounces, ells....

...omg, now I started looking up more or less old-fashioned units of measurement, and found quite a lot that I had no idea existed! Howzabout the hobbit, or the firlot, or the octave? Not to mention the Muggeseggele! And the oxgang, which might almost be a word in Swedish (only we'd say "oxgång").

Made the mistake of staying home from work today.. Not great idea when my thoughts are where they are.. Sent text to t.. Blah, ready to be out of this yucky spot I am in right now.

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(((healed)))

I know a number of people who feel worse when they exercise, which makes me wonder if that whole exercise-makes-you-feel-better line is just another myth in the cornucopia of myths about weight.

And even if exercise itself doesn't make you feel worse, stuff like gymtimidation can.