{"id":2354,"date":"2011-02-14T18:40:35","date_gmt":"2011-02-15T01:40:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2354"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:26","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:26","slug":"what-is-that-supposed-to-mean-monday-february-14th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/what-is-that-supposed-to-mean-monday-february-14th\/","title":{"rendered":"What Is That Supposed To Mean- Monday February 14th"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By now we all know that I love Weight Watchers and I only regret not having done this sooner.  Like a decade ago.  But then we would have missed out on all those charming years when I was jacked up on Ephedrine and candy*.  The thing that I did not read on the Weight Watcher&#8217;s website (although it could be there it&#8217;s a very comprehensive and easy to navigate website) is that a side effect of hunger could be psychotic depression.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve tried to notice patterns in my hunger and my emotional state to see if I can catch patterns.  The more you&#8217;re aware of yourself, the easier it is to thwart unwanted behavior. I would eat a little breakfast, a light lunch, and revel in the very few points I had consumed. And then I noticed that in the early evenings I would feel out of control and fantasizing about cutting or binge drinking or moving to Idaho.  Half a protein shake later and I&#8217;m cracking jokes and laughing and telling people I love them and giving bums a dollar.  Just when you think you&#8217;re on to your brain, it conspires with your body and takes you for a ride.  Ten almonds can turn a sobbing session in my car in the Dominick&#8217;s parking lot into an impassioned sing along to whatever Pink Floyd song is playing on the radio.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Is this post too wordy?  Probably.  I&#8217;m hungry, so I have only a general idea of what I&#8217;m doing right now.  Soon I will eat dinner and read this over and probably want to delete it.  But I mustn&#8217;t!  I have to tell the truth and unite with other women who have considered harming themselves or others: You just might need a snack. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The hunger doesn&#8217;t always make me want to throw things at passing traffic though.  Sometimes it inspires an overwhelming urge to exercise or write or nap.  It&#8217;s very unpredictable.  Remember when you were a teenager on a diet and you could go like 36 hours before you drank a Tab and at a bag of carrots?  I didn&#8217;t like Tab, but you get the point.  My Hungerage must be age related, which is fitting because just the other day I got so mesmerized staring at my forehead wrinkle in the mirror Tom G had to come in and flash the lights on and off for ten minutes before I knew where I was. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Obviously I couldn&#8217;t participate in a hunger strike, and if I were being tortured I think I&#8217;d talk if I missed tea-time.  I&#8217;m not sure I would consider myself a safe hungry driver.  I&#8217;m a pretty bad driver though, I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s be safe to drive thirsty either.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Ok, it&#8217;s food time.  See you when I&#8217;m fully operational. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>* And those were the tame years&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By now we all know that I love Weight Watchers and I only regret not having done this sooner. Like a decade ago. But then we would have missed out on all those charming years when I was jacked up on Ephedrine and candy*. The thing that I did not read on the Weight Watcher&#8217;s &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/what-is-that-supposed-to-mean-monday-february-14th\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;What Is That Supposed To Mean- Monday February 14th&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2354"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3437,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2354\/revisions\/3437"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}