tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post1415479213970854587..comments2023-07-27T07:23:11.765-07:00Comments on Yarning to Write: A convenient ailment...Amy Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04885706951931450373noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-78547779558932523722007-04-10T06:55:00.000-07:002007-04-10T06:55:00.000-07:00Oh. sweetie, what a miserable situation. Bless yo...Oh. sweetie, what a miserable situation. Bless your dear heart (and intestines.)The really hard part is figuring how much is tooo much. Bummer. Heal fast. I'm sending good energy your way.roxiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14916948065233137971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-64900856048942669932007-04-09T16:42:00.000-07:002007-04-09T16:42:00.000-07:00I call her the binge monster. She rears her ugly h...I call her the binge monster. She rears her ugly head at the strangest of times -- things can seem to be going so well, and lo and behold an extra large bowl of buttered popcorn will fall down my throat. Or things can be awful and I'll find an entire bag of chocolate covered raisins is gone. <BR/><BR/>I blame it on the binge monster, that nasty bitch. See, you have learned, but she hasn't. And why is that? Because she up and disappears as soon as you take the last swallow. You're transformed back into your intelligent, smart, witty, in-control self, and she's no where to be found. You have to suffer her mishap all alone, learning miserably over and over again from her mistakes. But of course she doesn't know it because she's gone. <BR/><BR/>Hope you feel better soon. And keep that bitchy binge monster at bay!<BR/><BR/>My verification word is ssgfegck, which sounds a lot like how you must feel. ;(Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02255913758088921326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-64106272484034686512007-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:002007-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:00Darling, I am not laughing AT you, I am laughing W...Darling, I am not laughing AT you, I am laughing WITH you.<BR/><BR/>I suffer from a similar ailment, and also? I canNOT be taught. And I have the added pleasure that, upon contact with my teeth, things like caramel, marshmallows and any other "sticky" sweet will cause me to rock back and forth in my chair wailing in AGONY.<BR/><BR/>Does this stop me from pouncing on said sticky sweets and shoveling them into my maw as fast as humanly possible, if not faster?<BR/><BR/>No. No it does not. Nor does the KNOWN FACT that I will be held by invisible tether to a radius of no more than four feet from a bathroom for the 24 hours following said hedonistic behavior.<BR/><BR/>Argh.Mother of Chaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176092618150502244noreply@blogger.com