learning the lessons of a sugar high

note to self : ignore the sugar. attract more healthy food.

so after the indulgence of cake day, i have struggled come back from the brink of disaster my sugar-overdose took me to. it turns out that i prefer not having sugar. who knew?

why do i prefer not having the sugar? because today i struggled with the following types of thoughts:

me: "oh i feel great today."

the sugar: "you don't, you lousy woman you are fakin' every bit of this."

me: "no, i really feel the love. i feel my inner being."

the sugar: "that is *me* swirling around your system. and i'm staying as long as i can, and i'm going to make you pay! and once i go, you're going to wish i was back. ha ha ha!"

me: "okay, i am a competent programmer."

the sugar: "you don't know jack about any of those little things you're typing, you should give it up now."

me: "perhaps i'll just have a nap. that would feel better."

the sugar: "that's right. ha ha ha throw your life away in bed. that's what i wanted all along!"

then i got home, and it was:

the sugar: "how very nice of my husband to wait for me to get home from the parent-teacher conference he sent me to, show me where the food he wants cooked is, then leave me to a bunch of dirty pans to cook it in. charming."

me: "i'm busy in bed feeling love. don't bother me."

the sugar: "i'll just bang this pan on the oven. that will let him know i'm annoyed."

me: "you probably shouldn't behave that way. he has no way of knowing why you're annoyed. you should have told him to start the dinner. he's a man - he doesn't get it otherwise."

the sugar: "ha right! like he'd have cooked anything that wasn't covered with three inches of batter!"

me: "i'm going to go over here and try feeling the love again."

the sugar: "don't you want some more of ME first?!"

in the end, i'm hoping i won out, because i'm amusing myself with the idea of today's lack being because of some extra sugar floating around the old bloodstream. i have started flushing water through the ol' system, and hey, who knows what i could attract and allow tomorrow. i think it will be something great.

i *was* able, in spite of the sugar, to find humour in a letter from the city council. it was a reply to my husband's letter, which states why they are not going to do anything about dogs that poop outside our front door. their arguments were:
a) people who follow the signs they put up don't need the signs - they pick it up anyway
b) people who *don't* follow the signs won't obey the signs they put up
with logic like that, it's not hard to figure out that if there's going to be poop-free pavement in front of my house, i have to ignore the poop. that's my mantra for tomorrow : ignore the poop.