I feel like I complain too much in my posts. Often times after writing I sort of cringe each time I go back and read your comments. Not because anyone says anything less than wonderful, but because I don't want you to think of me as a big complainer.
The funny thing is that in real life, I seldom complain. My best friends rarely hear about my woes. It falls under my "shit or get off the pot" philosophy that I described the other day. I don't want to be one of "those people" who complains all the time, but never does anything to fix the situation. So I don't complain.
The problem is that all that crap builds up and eventually it explodes out in anger. Which is not to say that I have a violent temper or anything like that, but I have been known to yell from time to time. I work really hard not to say anything I'll regret and I'm usually successful. This is a skill that I've had to work on because as a younger woman, I would say every hurtful, angry thing that floated through my brain in my fit of rage.
The problem with my current method of not complaining/eventually getting so pissed off I freak out is that people freaking out are usually not seen as being all that effective communicators. The most reasonable argument, when screamed at the top of one's lungs and peppered with expletives, seldom comes off as anything but a crazy lady screaming as loud as she can. Even when that crazy lady is 100% correct.
So I'm thinking there must be a more moderate approach. This falls under my new "all things in moderation" philosophy which applies to food as well as complaints and anger. Which is where you come in. Even though I am not really comfortable with it, I am going to continue complaining a bit in my posts. Hopefully not all the time, but sometimes. Feel free to "un-follow" me if you can't handle it!
On the band front, I am feeling better today. I am starting to think my band reads my blog because whenever I complain about it in the blog, it always immediately straightens up and flies right. I ordered my usual Wednesday lunch from Café Yumm! (a small "original" bowl of black beans and brown jasmine rice with salsa, Yumm! sauce, avocados, cilantro and sour cream). I ate it really, really slowly and put the lid on and set it aside a couple of times when I thought I might be getting full. It took a few hours, but I finished it without issue and later had broccoli and cheese quiche for dinner with a piece of watermelon. I'm still tight - my coffee barely gurgled down this morning, but restriction is good, right?