Tuesdays

I am really starting to loathe Tuesday's in general. I have no real personal problem with the day of the week per se, but they always seem to end in some sort of despair, crisis, and/or complete world destruction lately. However, I love hyperbole :) I will ponder Tuesdays and try and figure out how to reclaim them as the fun-loving end of the dreaded Monday.

To eat or not to eat?

I am once again faced with this dubious question. To eat or not to eat? When I don't eat, I feel good, present, almost whole. When I am eating healthfully I feel good, but foggy and splintered. My body image is wacky to begin with, but when eating lately (or maybe just existing) I feel as though I am looking at myself in a severely fractured mirror in a hot and steamy bathroom. At least that is the perception that my often warped mind has identified.

 Now I know to anyone who knows me or my history only has one reply to this question.

EAT.

I will continue to eat, but if anyone has any ideas on other ways to maintain clarity, presence and wholeness, I am open for business. Not only is the fractured image of myself disturbing, it is also quite distracting and not terribly compatible with leading a fulfilling, meaningful, "NORMAL" life. And I do so crave to be normal.