Giving my body a sense of independence.

This is one of those rare occasions where I am inspired to write a blog, even though I'm only writing this to get away from doing other things. The inspiration has to come from somewhere I guess.

It's Friday morning. I think I woke up a great deal too early today. I'm feeling pretty damn tired, but it might just be my body complaining about a lack of caffeine in it. I haven't had any coffee for a few days, and my sugar consumption is at an all-time low.

You see, I've made a deal with myself that I'll cut out the crap and actually start eating decently. My body isn't liking the lack of sugar at all. In fact, it's telling my brain that I should be perpetually cranky at the world without a justifiable reason. My face shall remain fixed in a snarl until my body stops acting like a petulant child and accepts that it must not become friends with sugar again. Sure, sugar's a bit of a laugh, but he's not long-term relationship material. --- Perhaps, sugar can come around to visit on rare occasions though?
Body: 'Okay, deal. I still hate you Lucy.'
Lucy: 'Wait, are you not part of me now? Since when has self-loathing ever led to anything constructive?'
Body: 'No, I've detached myself from you. We're totally separate now.'
Lucy: '... Okay, if that works for you then.'
Body: 'Oh, it does.'
...

Internal battles are just fun, aren't they?



Anyway, I've wasted enough time trying to compose this failure of a post.

I'll sign off with the universally-known truth:

I don't need sugar; I'm already sweet enough without it.