I am food journaling now, but I can't say that I am particularly happy about it. Maybe it's the weather. The time of year. That time of the month. Who knows? But, it's a lonely feeling. It is as though I am starting a new job and am a little lost. I sit alone in the break room with a growling belly and no change for the vending machines. I didn't bring a sweater because I didn't realize how cold this new place could be. I look up to make sure I'm not sitting under a vent. Nope, just a permeating cold aggravating my post-nasal drip. Could I get any sexier, I wonder? Taking up smoking might work. Aside from the instant access to warm fire, at least smoking would give me something to do on break. And I'd have other smokers to talk to.
I'm not yet versed in the politics of this place, so I am not comfortable enough to try making new friends. I am sullen and cranky. I try to soothe myself with the thought of occasionally meeting up with my old friend, Sweetfriedfatty, for lunch. I wonder what she's doing right now. Who is she hanging out with today? Does she miss me, too? Oh, I know ol' Sweetfriedfatty is a really a back stabber. She's always so nice in my face, comforting me, buttering me up, making me feel like everything's gonna be alright no matter what's wrong. But, as soon as I turn around she's all over my ass. And hips and thighs.
God, I miss that bitch so much already.
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