The Weight
So, it's been almost 4 months since my break-up, and I'm still about 15 pounds down. But I eat as much as I ever want to eat, don't get faint when I go to the gym, and in general feel okay...so I'm not too worried. My friend Em said that she always loses weight after a break-up, almost no matter what...which makes me wonder if there isn't some biological imperative at work here, dating back to our earliest ancestors, that's supposed to make the whole incredibly bad experience of separation just a *little* easier...
[Outside of a cave, like, maybe 20 million B.C.]
Ag-ag: Merga, me hear that you and Crog no more share cave.
Merga: This true, Ag-ag. This true. [Merga continues digging for roots.]
Ag-ag: But Merga look slender to Ag-ag, and have appearance of increased muscle tone. Merga disinterested in nuts and berries now Merga with Crog no more?
Merga: No, no. Merga still make healthy choices at mealtimes. Merga even allow herself occasional peppermint mocha at Starbucks.
Ag-ag: Ag-ag think great sky father trying to help Merga through tough times by making bear pelts fit more easy. Thus, Merga no withdrawal from community life to cry on cave pillow all day, and Merga still help get root for to contribute to overall health of cave society.
Merga: [Thoughtfully] Ag-ag right. Merga sad, but Merga no have body issues.
Ag-ag: It okay Merga. Crog nice, but maybe you two no have similar interests.
Merga: Ag-ag knows how Crog no share Merga's passion for French cinema.
Ag-ag: [Consolingly] Ag-ag know how important Auteur Theory is to Merga...[pats Merga on back.]
...see? Maybe this is fate's way of making sure that sad girls keep going to work every day instead of curling up in their studio apartments...
I guess I'll take what I can get...
So, it's been almost 4 months since my break-up, and I'm still about 15 pounds down. But I eat as much as I ever want to eat, don't get faint when I go to the gym, and in general feel okay...so I'm not too worried. My friend Em said that she always loses weight after a break-up, almost no matter what...which makes me wonder if there isn't some biological imperative at work here, dating back to our earliest ancestors, that's supposed to make the whole incredibly bad experience of separation just a *little* easier...
[Outside of a cave, like, maybe 20 million B.C.]
Ag-ag: Merga, me hear that you and Crog no more share cave.
Merga: This true, Ag-ag. This true. [Merga continues digging for roots.]
Ag-ag: But Merga look slender to Ag-ag, and have appearance of increased muscle tone. Merga disinterested in nuts and berries now Merga with Crog no more?
Merga: No, no. Merga still make healthy choices at mealtimes. Merga even allow herself occasional peppermint mocha at Starbucks.
Ag-ag: Ag-ag think great sky father trying to help Merga through tough times by making bear pelts fit more easy. Thus, Merga no withdrawal from community life to cry on cave pillow all day, and Merga still help get root for to contribute to overall health of cave society.
Merga: [Thoughtfully] Ag-ag right. Merga sad, but Merga no have body issues.
Ag-ag: It okay Merga. Crog nice, but maybe you two no have similar interests.
Merga: Ag-ag knows how Crog no share Merga's passion for French cinema.
Ag-ag: [Consolingly] Ag-ag know how important Auteur Theory is to Merga...[pats Merga on back.]
...see? Maybe this is fate's way of making sure that sad girls keep going to work every day instead of curling up in their studio apartments...
I guess I'll take what I can get...
