Guess what I'm doing right now? Not eating a Pillsbury Toaster Streudel, that's for dang sure. I haven't done the best with running this past week, mostly because I've been super stressed with school and life decisions (graduation is coming up quick). I've felt like I've hardly had time to breath, let alone run which would require extra breathing. Anyways, it's about 12:30 am and I was planning to wake up around 5:15 am to do homework, but I decided I probably wouldn't get out of bed so I should just do it now. I told Emily, I'm gonna eat a toaster streudel if I have to stay up late. I got the toaster out and everything ( yes, in a Wymount Apt, you have to actually get the toaster out because there's no room for it normally). I was like an alcoholic, most kids in college binge drink to relieve stress; I prefer just a plain old binge, the prophets haven't said anything against that, or have they? It reminded me of this time Emily and I were on a date and I stopped at a gas station to by some ice cream. There were two other guys in front of me in line. The first guy bought a pack of cigarettes, the second guy bought a case of beer, and then I bought my ice cream. You don't see a lot of guys buying beer and cigarettes in Utah county, so I thought it was a little funny at first. Then I looked at my ice cream and thought, "Well, I guess we all have our addiction of choice." So tonight, when the stress hit and I was reaching for that sugar filled cigarette, I decided I wasn't going to follow the same old pattern. You know, the one where I feel sorry for myself and feel like I deserve the treat since I have to do so much stuff and then I give in and feel happy, oh so happy, while I'm eating it. (Seriously, food does something to me, it's honestly like a drug).
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