Fall off the wagon 7 times, get on 8...

... fall off again, say "fuck it" and whip out the cell phone to call a cab because who needs a friggin' wagon, anyway?

Summer was supposed to be a happy fun time of puttering around the house and exercising and studying for the fall classes and eating healthy and going out and meeting people and having fun.

I did well for the first part of the summer. I did not have my snout firmly planted in an ice cream container, I was walking 2.5 miles per night (I know! Me! Exercising, on a regular basis!), I stalked tracked down my former BFF on myspace and reconciled with her, I put up a profile on a dating site and was a busy little bee over IM and the phone, had not one, not two, but THREE dates in four days.

And then as things are wont to do because I can never get out of my own damn way, everything came undone.

As per usual, the thing that made the whole precarious "eating right and exercising and feeling like a normal person 'should'" house of cards flutter to the ground with a crashing thud, I wound up taking rejecting others/being rejected wayyyyyyy too personally.

I can pinpoint the exact day - July 2nd. I got all insomniac/hypersomnolent. I stopped eating right. I stopped exercising. I stopped wanting to go out for a walk around the lake at night. I stopped leaving the house and/or talking to anyone in any form for days at a time.

And here's the part where I say "and all I did was eat and gain weight and now here I am again, oh poor me", right?

No. Surprise!

Strangely enough, I didn't go crazy with the food. I just kind of weird about it. Instead of eating regular all day then inhaling pints of ice cream at night, I'd eat nothing but ice cream for days at a time.

And I've managed to stay in the same 10 pound weight range the entire time. So, I dunno.

Moral to the story, obviously, is being a recluse burns a lot of calories so it's ok to eat whatever, as long as you don't interact with other people in any way, shape, or form. Interaction with others is what makes the calories stick.

I kind of wish I had stuck the proverbial firecracker up my ass this summer and gotten my thoughts down because I honestly don't know what I was thinking during that time. It's all kind of blurry and sugary and empty feeling.

Now that school has started again, I'm now back on the path to relative normalcy.

And since I don't have a good ending for this, enjoy a photo of the fall colors: