I'll go ahead and get this out of the way first, although it is by no means unimportant.
Chloe's first day (so far) went really well. Chloe is going to the school that Laurie teaches, so the drop off/pickup routine will be cool. However, the fact that Laurie teaches at the school prevented her from being able to walk her to her class this morning. Laurie had to get to school around 7am to get things ready for her new students, so it was my job to get Chloe ready, get her stuff, and take her to class for the first time. I could tell she was a little nervous, but she was a trooper. Getting to the school was like trying to flee Lebanon. There was this ungodly traffic jam in front of the school, so I had to park across the street in a day care's parking lot.
I took Chloe to her class and she actually said "good morning" to her teacher (after I prompted her). I showed her where to hang her backpack and asked her if she remembered where her desk was. She took me to her desk, sat down, and started coloring. I took some pics and told her that I was going to leave. She just looked up and said, "Ok, bye. I love you." She wasn't scared at all; she didn't cry at all. I was very proud of her.
Laurie sent me an email saying that Chloe's teacher sent HER an email saying that Chloe was doing good and that she was talking to her.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned before why it's a big deal that she's talking to the teacher. If I have, too fucking bad, you're going to have to read it again. Chloe doesn't talk to ANYBODY outside of the family...and there are some people in the family she doesn't talk to. She's been like that since she was little. If someone she doesn't know talks to her, she just acts like they don't exist. She won't look at them; she won't talk to them; she doesn't even acknowledge that they are near her. My brother in law, also named Chris, has been around Chloe since she as an infant. He buys her cool presents and is very nice, but she has never said a word to him. If we try to make her, she starts to cry, so we stopped trying.
So the fact that she's talking to the teacher is a HUGE thing for us. We were super worried about that. I hope the rest of her day goes well. But, God help the teacher if she tries to make her take a nap...Chloe hasn't napped since she was a baby.
Now on to something different--the fattest people in the world.
I've been eating like my life depends on it for the past few weeks. It's insane. I can't fucking stop myself. I think it's a combination of a few things: 1) I just like to eat; 2) The medication I'm on has been giving me the munchies; 3) I quit dipping tobacco AND I'm also totally off the nicotine gum, too (no nicotine for over a week now--Yay!).
I feel horrible about myself right now. I'm turning into a gluttonous pig. I've gained back about 25lbs of what I lost and I look like shit.
So that said, I took the kids to Golden Corral last night. If you're not familiar with Golden Corral, it's an All-You-Can-Eat restaurant that has pretty much all kinds of foods. All kinds of fatty, greasy, cheesy, scrumptious foods. Did I mention that you can get as much of it as you want? Including bananna pudding? And cheesecake? And ice cream? And pies? And fried chicken? And macaroni? As much as you want? DID I YOU MOTHER FUCKERS??
I'm gorging myself on my third plate of food and I start to look around at the other patrons. I then realize that every single person in the restaurant (except for my kids and the skinny mexican busboys) are grossly obese. Every. Single. Mother. Fucker. In. That. Place. I'm not even exaggerating for effect. Unfortunately, I'm probably pushing close to 270 again and there were people in there that made me look as svelte as a 13 year old anoxeric girl spitting water at herself in the bathroom mirror. I kept looking around to see if I saw any skinny people eating, but there weren't any.
I was hoping that my epiphany would lead to me getting back to eating right, but I blew that chance this morning when I ate two gas station hot dogs on the way to work. But, other than that, I've eaten healthy foods.
Dear God, Mary, and Baby Jesus, please help me control my eating!
Do you think that twelve-stepping my eating like it was alcohol abuse would help?
mao inhibitors - 8/10/2006 1:15:01 PM