There are no calories in a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement.

I started this whole project with the concept that it was good to get into the discipline of writing everything down even when I had exceeded my load limit, as it were. The Ostrich is strong in this one, and it’s a habit I’d like to break.

But when I realized that my poor little Fitbit couldn’t add as high as I needed it to, I figured that I’d better try to rein it in a little, and yesterday was a good effort on that front. Only a little snacking in the evening, and I resisted the urge to consume anything out of boredom.

When I was a kid, I would have sworn that it was a given that adults had their crap together and didn’t have to wrestle with things like bad habits or discipline or anything much at all.

The only thing different between Teen Bess and Grown Up Bess is that I know how to pronounce ‘ennui.’

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016