Catch Up Post...

The weekend was very busy and Tuesday was full of what mattered most...the inauguration! I cannot begin to express how wonderful I felt watching President Obama being sworn in and listening to that amazingly inspirational speech. He is obviously very, very powerful as a speaker and has the capacity to stir millions with his words. Now...to watch, hope and pray he puts these words into action.

That being said my weekend went well. I spent all day Saturday at the SPCA and helped a little grey and white long haired cat named Annabelle get adopted. She's spunky and had lots of energy which was good for a house with kids who want to play. It felt great helping her find a home. I stayed right on track all day Saturday and Sunday too though I did have a small baked potato with my dinner. The worst part was craving a Dairy Queen M&M blizzard! I haven't had one since I worked at TLC and yet I'm craving it like no one's business. Last night about 11:00 pm I probably would have knocked over a DQ to get one. I'll have something small and chocolaty to curb the craving but I've had to deal with it nonetheless. I'm learning by documenting this process that I'm very controlled by my cravings. I don't want to overindulge but I definitely find my mind being preoccupied by something very, very specific. It's odd and I'd like to know why. It's not like I think "gee I could really go for something sweet right now". It's "OMG...I want a Club Sandwich with bacon, all the veggies, toasted wheat, no mustard, extra pickles and dill potato salad...not sweet but dill on the side" kind of specific. I'd be interested to know how it is my brain works that causes me to be so neurotic about food because if I don't get what I want exactly the way I want it I'm disappointed and frustrated. Silly thing but its showing itself in my blog so obviously its something to think about and address.

Well, off to do some more soul searching and maybe even a little self analysis. I could really go for a G Street Deli turkey sandwich on a croissant right now, no tomatoes with sprouts to eat while laying down on my Tijuana souvenir blanket in Capital Park to reflect and watch the power walkers go by on a warm spring afternoon. SEE...there I go again! Urg.