I know I’m an emotional eater

I have some real work to do. I knew it full well when I was eating that foot-long meatball sub from Subway today.

I can’t help but notice that when I am feeling any sort of negative emotion, I eat like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t eat to sustain my body; instead, I choose food to make myself feel better about not having/taking control of that particular situation.

My reason for the sub sandwich? After much thought, the sandwich is directly correlated to a woman in my life who is having marital trouble and is crossing over moral lines with no regard to who she is hurting. She is affecting me and the relationship I am trying to build with my boyfriend (they work together) and, while I trust him completely, I don’t trust her. I thought of her as a friend before, before I knew what kind of person she was/is; however, when I found out that she tried to put the moves on him a couple of months before she set he and I up for a date, I about lost it. I knew she had cheated on her husband before that time, and is currently doing so with yet another man, but to be so close to it really torks me off.

She and I had a discussion about laying off calling him 24/7 (she was calling him more than me!) and I thought it was settled. She continues to cross the line, by asking him for a ride home from work and asking to borrow his car. It also angers me that she continues to lie to everyone around her, and provide selective information to those who aren’t in a position to make an accurate judgement. My blood is boiling right now……….

I could go on forever about this “lady”, but I better not. Suffice it to say I need to start walking instead of eating a foot-long sandwich to express my negative emotions.

Romans 15:13

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

Life is good!

I’ve been dating someone for nearly two months now!  It’s already been a life-changing experience, and I’m so glad I found someone nice.  His name is David (Dave).

Dave and I spent all day in Cripple Creek on Saturday. The snow wasn’t bad at all – the roads were completely clear! I got to see his land. There is a cul-de-sac there, so we can park a camper/trailer until he builds on the land. The views were AMAZING, and I took some pics to prove it – as soon as I get them online I will link them so you can see. We had lunch in town at one of the casinos at a place called Maggie’s (mushroom burger, yum!) and we walked the main street (a whopping 5 minutes was all it took us). We took a tour of the old Cripple Creek high school that has been converted into a B&B called Carr Manor. It was very cool… still had original chalkboards and the half-court gym wood floors!

We drove to a tiny town about 10 minutes from Cripple Creek called Victor. This is where Jack Dempsey was raised. Apparently, his brother was the boxer to begin with (the family were miners), and at one point when he couldn’t fight, Jack stepped in for his brother. The rest is history! I took a couple of pictures there. The buildings were so run down and old… it was kinda cool to see all of it, and with people still living there!

On the way back into Cripple Creek to go back home, there was a point of interest where we pulled over and took some pictures of the view. It was DOUBLY AMAZING… all the blues and whites!!

I made my dad’s canoli recipe for dinner and Dave scarfed his down in no time. Of course, I told him this was a family recipe, so he wasn’t allowed to hate it anyway. Hehe! I made a salad and crescent rolls to go with it, and we had some wonderful cabernet sauvignon wine, too.

In other news, Dave met my kids for the first time yesterday. I lost my debit card at his house on Saturday, sometime before we went to Cripple Creek, so I had to go over there yesterday to help him look for it. Of course, Rob was with the kids and he was being a jerk, so I told him I’d take E with me. He insisted that it wouldn’t be fair to just take one child, so I ended up taking M, too. We got to Dave’s house, and Dave was soooooo sweet. He was very nice to the kids (not like I expected anything different) and told them that next time they come over they can play in the yard, or we can walk around the lake behind his house with our dog and play at the playground… the kids were very well-behaved and just adored him. I wanted to wait a bit longer for them to meet, but I’m really glad that it went so well yesterday. Yet another weight off my shoulders!!

Life is good. Happy St. Patty’s Day!