|Just Spinning my Wheels|
Honestly, my sleep eating is not a big deal these days because I am so tired when I go to bed, that I sleep through the night, even when dreaming of cheesesteaks.
I am not a linear thinker so my thoughts skip and jump all over the place. I eat standing up when I am alone because I kinda forget to sit down. I've been a bit discombobulated lately.It was my morning habit to get a cup of tea and something to eat, sit at the blue table in the kitchen or sink into my deep red velvet sofa. I would write in my journal and plan my day. Sometimes, I would sit at the dining room table and stare out into my backyard between sips of tea and writing. I haven't done that in months.
It's weird that whenever I get into a funky mood, the things that calm and center me are the first things that fall by the wayside. How dumb. I felt like I worked less, but was more productive. After I wrote, I would do an hours worth of housework and be ready to get to my work by 11:00. It made much more sense. Those days I also took regular lunch breaks, even if I just ate peanut better and jelly.
My funky mood stole from me and I didn't even realize it. I need to sit down, get back to writing every morning and get myself together before my day even really begins. Eating standing up is just an indicator that I am spinning my wheels to hard.