People assume that I don’t get cravings for deliciously-horribly-bad-for-me things because I generally like healthy foods. I DO, people, I’m HUMAN!
Sometimes the fight between me and my willpower is more of an epic battle than I let on. . . It’s a full-on throwdown sometimes because my sense of smell is really acute. I try to remind myself it will smell better than it will taste…but once and a while a little voice will say “bullshit!” and go on to describe it to me.
THANKS, inner voices.
The struggle is real!
Frustrating it may be at times, I suffer from Misophonia – that’s just the reality. I also have more generalized sensitivity to noise and to light – fun stuff in a crazy, overly stimulating world! I try not to let on too much, but anyone close to me knows how extreme it can be (and it isn’t something I can control.)
I love my heavy metal, and I love light streaming into a room…but sometimes noise and light can be too much, and I either need a much darker “sanctuary” or I need ear plugs. Or both! I certainly have endeavored to desensitize over time but it’s just something I’ve had to resign myself to…
But that goddamn microwave beep. . . Microwave tones at ALL…they drive me nuts! And I’m always steaming vegetables, making eggs, or reheating my chicken so it isn’t like I have choice! Still…there’s always preemptively stopping the countdown so I don’t have to listen to a MULTITUDE of beeps in succession (yes, nails-on-a-chalkboard for this chick!)
(Real life photo of me hungry. . .and after food…)
Go for what you want in Life…
Believe in yourself.
Fight for the love, blessings, goals, and dreams that matter to you.
The devil won’t be able to keep up, not even the “one(s) you know.”
I’m good at being social – My Geminian, former performing athlete self seems to have that mastered but…it doesn’t always jive with what I WANT to be doing. I’d rather hang out with the cats most of the time. Frustratingly, they tend to be as introverted as I am!
Everyone is always so quick to say there’s five seconds in which you can pick up your food an be safe. I think as a figure skater who dropped food on the floor during summer training (when the rink was open but the snack bar wasn’t) the “five second rule” was more in effort to salvage even the tiniest morsel of food…lest I (like one of our cats claims an hour before dinner time) waste immediately away to a pile of skeletal remains.
The sad reality is, though…it happens much quicker. I’m not sure who assumed germs are so nice-ie-nice but, hello, they aren’t exactly counting down on our behalf. . . E.g.: “Hang on, Irv! Kid didn’t realize he dropped that – let’s give him an opportunity to pick it up first!”
No…they’re just like our vacuum…er…cat…. They’re on those crumbs double-time (sorry to burst any dreamy bubbles.)
(For the record, that didn’t stop me. The lofty claim of germy kindness remaining my scientific excuse so I didn’t (not) starve to death. 😉 )