It occurred to me that I might not go on eating binges if I would sit down and do some writing everyday. I'm supposed to be a writer and a comic and I only exercise my creative muscles under duress, which is the same condition under which I work on my abs. And my triceps - that's the muscle on my body that trying to tighten is akin to pursuing my comedy special on HBO- far from my reality and might never happen.
So let's keep it local for now. Two nights ago I found myself eating tablespoons full of vegan margarine coated with raw sugar until my stomach began to ache. I didn't even try to count the Weight Watchers points on it. And the whole time I'm horkin' down like some poor slob on a TLC show, I'm thinking about sitting down at my computer and writing. With every key I was not pressing, another chunk of Edens Buttery Spread (Light mind you!) I was pressing into my mouth, trying to shut up the signals coming from inside of me, that it was time to do the work. I have been plagued with the most noxious gas ever since, which are signals coming from without of me- "Warning! If you don't do the work, life really stinks!"
