Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 197.9 lbs.

I am stressed to the point of hardly sleeping, and its only Wednesday. No doubt I will be toast come Monday, at which point the work week will be starting back up.

Why, oh why, do I take on such projects?!

Yesterday, Zoe called me like 800 times to tell me that she was getting a bazillion calls on the pop-up she put on craigslist, and it sold by early morning. Now it will not be here for the garage sale after all, as the new owner is coming tonight to haul it away. Lets hope it goes easier than getting it onto our lawn!  Cripes- Zoe coulda just sold it straight off her own lawn if she had any idea what a hot commodity a camper would be! But this would have made too much sense.

Also, I made the mistake to itemize some of the bigger items that are in the sale, and now Zoe’s tent has also sold and won’t be in the sale, and someone came over last night from work, to look at Nancy’s bikes. Plus, another co-worker is buying Zoe’s lawnmower before Friday. And Barb may buy the grill. At this rate, there will be nothing left for the garage sale!

Tonight Zoe and Dennis are retuning to help move the trailer, as well as to finish setting up stuff in their tent. Supposedly they are bringing a new load of stuff as well. I will arrive after them as I have to work late, and just know that I will end up in their tent the rest of the night, fussing over their stuff anf helping out. Although admittedly I do enjoy this, I am stressed by how time is flying, and becoming unsure already how to fit in simple things, like meals!

Then, Thursday I am getting out by 2:00, and Marlene is due at 3:00 with her booty; Barb and her mother are coming to shop as Barb can’t make it on Friday or Saturday after all; Zoe is due back for final prep.; and whoever else I said could, is likely coming to also get a head start. As the “doors” open so early on Friday, I will also be busy with last minute prep. and fussiness.

I am already feeling caught up in something much bigger than me, and going along for the ride. In case it hasn’t been obvious so far, I am not a flexible person by nature, and I tend to become very anxious and ocd-like under stress or when change is at hand. I am half way enroute to Mars as I write this, despite every effort to work with myself and think karmic thoughts.

This should be an interesting social experiment on the effects of having a massive garage sale on post-bariatric eating, and I already fear the worst. I am craving crap, and think I might eat just about anything that crossed my path about now. Last night, between many garage sale related phone calls and the bike guy, I actually slurped Tom’s leftover spaghetti sauce up, straight from the pan, as an appetizer. And I’m not sure if it would be called being good or bad, that I din’t eat any of the spaghetti with it. Maybe wierd, is the best adjective.

I then went on to eat shrimp cocktail, left over steamed broccoli, then strawberries with light whipped cream. I expect that I got tons of antioxidents, lycopene and whatever it is that cruciferous veggies give you, which is good, but what a strange dinner, even by my standards. And, I doubt that I got in enough protein for the day, as I hardly had any for breakfast (a cheese stick) or “lunch” (drawer food).

And, given that its only Wednesday, I figure that by Sunday, when its all winding down, I will either be dead or laughing hysterically, and either fatter still, or wasted away from the stress, energy expenditure, or lack of good nutrition. And, since I probably will not have a moment to blog here during this weekend, starting Friday, you’ll just have to wait until Monday to see which it is!