jessica_rabbit’s BodyBlog

Do not, for any reason buy Easter candy early. 

I did this a week ago, excited to make baskets with pastel crinkle paper and plastic eggs.  “I better get a jump start on this basket making,” I thought to myself.  Bought the cadburry creme eggs, the Ferrier Rocher coconut almond balls, kitkats, Reaster Eggs, jelly bellys, white chocolate, oh…the list goes on. 

I opened the candy bags and made the baskets and stuck them on my closet shelf.  Then, in the middle of the night, I heard a soft voice come from my closet. It said it was lonely, and needed to go to the party.  I asked it, “what party?” It replied…

“THE PARTY IN YOUR TUMMY!”

I didn’t know what to do. I had to obey.  It was like I was sleep walking, operating within a whole new realm of consciousness. 

I didn’t shock me one bit to find the metallic wrappers of my midnight feast on the closet floor the next morning.  Lesson learned.

Today was a tough one for me… well, everyday is tough, everyday I work, that is.

You see, I work at a coffee shop in a mall. A coffee shop that sells ice cream, milkshakes, cookies, bagels, pastries, bagel sandwiches with yup, you guessed it; yummy sausage, egg, cheese…CREAM CHEESE.

Here is the cherry on top of the sundae…I work for my in laws and right along side my fiance.  Quitting is NOT an option, as we run a tight ship with everyone assigned to a specific shift, day in and day out.

Now, mind you I have my fair share of plain old joe with a splash of milk.  Not a fan of all of the sugary lattes or frozed coffee drinks.  IT’S THE DAMN MILKSHAKES!  there’s always just a few ounces left in the blender…they need a happy home in my tummy.  and the ice cream. do you know how hard it is to see people nearly every day indulging?  These people are laughing, smiling, sharing a moment with family or whoever…these are NORMAL people.  I sit on the sidelines thinking…"can’t have this…I have a show."  Not to mention a gym fanatic boyfriend who monitors everything in the kiosk.  He has to bury the apple fritters because he thinks I’ll eat them all.  Which I might….but being told ‘NO’ makes me want it more!

Then it happens.  I have a spoon of ice cream.  then it’s all over!  Next thing I know I’ve eaten three scoops and the moodswings begin.  Fifteen minutes after consumption I become this raging lunatic sensitive to everyone and everything.  I get ornary, or tired, or lazy. sometimes even depressed!  almost always get a headache.  i don’t understand myself.  i know what it does to me, so why do I keep doing it? 

  between the caffeine and all the sugar I can’t keep my head on straight. i wonder if anyone else is confronted with a situation like this.  I’m starting my second season of competitive figure and I have the white devil on my tail tempting me at any second!