I think I’m on the verge of yet another obsession. Junk. Oh dear.. so compulsive analyzing, imploding, scribbling and washing hands aren’t enough..? Seriously? Sigh.
Looks like it was triggered yesterday. I was deceived into helping to carry out.. an incident of removing junk just to make it junk around someplace else. Hated the idea of this very someplace else. So once I smelt the rat lurking inside those black bags, I stopped lending a hand. Instead, I chose the company of wild boars, deep in hope that some kind Mr. Boar might be interested in biting off the treacherous limb of mine. But no. Chaining my outraged little self to a tree would be far from eco and even further from logical.. So I ended up lowering the head and swearing an acid blue streak.
And so it happened. Now I’m trying to clean up all the fly-inviting junk that surrounds me. For good. Step one? No more junk food. I’m already lighter and feel like a real smart ass having those three meals a day (only!) according to the no-white-flour-and-refined-sugar-after-lunch strategy. This first step will make those other steps to take less heavy, because there is (literally) less of the step taker.. Although it needs to be said that losing weight is actually optional. It’s burning fat that isn’t. But that’s another story.
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