Falling off the wagon...

...or is it on the wagon? I've never been quite sure what that expression means. Does being "on the wagon" mean you're abstaining or indulging?

Anyways, as you probably already know, I've been extremely stressed out about a situation at school. It was completely awful, not only because the situation itself was crappy, but also because I was losing precious time to work on my thesis while it was all getting sorted out. It used to be that one unproductive day would ruin my week, so you can imagine what one unproductive month did for my sanity. If you're not sure what all the stress is about, go back to this post.

In an attempt to stay sane, I've been trying hard to stay physically healthy though yoga, good food and a steady dose of organic vegies and fruits, even doing the Kath-challenge, thinking that all this healthyness would spill over into my mental health. Well, this past weekend, when I was finally able to see that I was getting close to a solution, my head started saying: no more need for all this healthy stuff, time to celebrate in food-form. Listen to this: I picked up some 5-fruit bread from Shepherd's Bakehouse and ate it almost continuously throughout the weekend, toasted, with butter and honey.

omigod, it was soooo good, there were big chunks of dates in it that got all melty after it was toasted. mmmmm. I also had big bowls of chips on Friday night and Sunday night, (I would normally stop after a small handful - I usually save my calories for something in chocolate form, as I'm not much of a salty-snack fan). And this morning, pancakes slathered in maple syrup.

So now my thesis problems are over, we've settled on a solution, and I can get back at it. I am so relieved. Except that now I feel fat and guilty about all those chips, and I'm craving more chips (as you do once you start eating all that yummy stuff).