I still, despite being lactose intolerant for three years, am amazed how food can impact my emotions and feelings. It's so bizarre that eating can alter how I feel about me.
For instance, today I have had chocolate cake (there was a birthday in my K class), cheese and broccoli bites, and then for dinner I had a vegetarian monte-cristo (cheese and egg). And now? Now I feel horrid.
I am going to be alone forever because I am unlovable. I hate everything I have knit. I am too incompetent to teach. I can't make unit plans. I am unhealthy. I have stoopid hair. I blah blah blah blah. All of these things are untrue and just all around really ignorant thoughts of me to have but never the less, here I am! Sitting on my couch~ berating myself over the stupidest of things. I also decided my toenails are ugly and I'm a bad person for not hemming my jeans. Seriously. I nearly made myself cry when I realized I hadn't unplugged my phone charger from yesterday because I was a bad environmentalist.
How it is that this is because of dairy? How can one thing make me so unreasonable and lame? I always heard people talk about the connection between food and, well, everything, but I still get blown away by how powerful that connection can be. That food can impact who you are. Freaky.
In order to get out of my funk I'm going to go to knitting and hope my friends don't make me leave for being a poo. And I brushed the Spike until he decided it was time to bite me. And I'm going to eat a banana to try to counteract some of this bad dairy mojo.
Oh the Evil Spikester.