Sometimes, life just hits you in the face. Everything that's going wrong comes rushing into your head all at once, and there's not much you can do about it. Saturday night I had a pretty good cry. Some friends tried to help, but honestly, they may have just made me feel worse.
When I'm in a bad mood like that, I turn to one of three things: a good book so I can escape into the lives and problems of someone else, a buddy and a beer at the bar to yell at some professional athletes on tv, or my favorite: some comfort food.
For most people, comfort food is like mac & cheese or mashed potatoes - heavy, fattening carbs. For me, though, it's all about the nostalgia. Sunday morning, it was Dunkin Donuts (yeah, yeah, donuts are fattening carbs, I know) for a Boston kreme and an sweetened iced tea.
The other night it was pizza fondue - a dish we used to eat at camp, which is pretty much cheesy pasta sauce that you dip veggies, bread, and bite sized meatballs and sausages in. I made it with some homemade garlic bread, and had a root beer.
Food just makes me feel better, and I don't feel bad about that. Curly fries with a sweet and spicy dipping sauce from my favorite bar, strawberries and cream, a cold glass of seltzer - these are all things that make me feel happier.
In fact, I think I'm going to go make some vegetarian alphabet soup right now.
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