Withdrawal

I am suffering from withdrawal and it ain't a pretty sight.

First and foremost, I am in complete food withdrawal. I indulged all through the holidays as I am supposed to. However, the holidays have come and gone and I am still eating like Pac Man on crack. I can't eat Oreo cookie ice cream cake for dinner any more. And it is so depressing. Yesterday, I had to pass on homemade Mac & Cheese AND peanut M&M's. That took some serious willpower since those are my two favorite things in the world.

Next, I am in dance withdrawal. I love to dance. Normally, we hit up some place where I can show off my skills at least once a month. Not the case lately. Thus, I have excess dance energy with no outlet. This results in the phenomenon dubbed by my family Spontaneous Fits of Dance. These outbreaks have been occurring in the most random of places such as my office, my car, my bathroom, Happy Hour and most notably Homegoods. This can often get me into trouble as I don't even realize I have broken into spontaneous dance until someone catches me in the act.

Thirdly, I am in withdrawal from open toed shoes. This normally occurs sometime in March after months of boring footwear. However, I recently bought the most perfect open toed shoes ever that I am completely obsessed with. And I cannot wear them. It is torture. The only bright spot here is that I can wear them next month in sunny Mexico.

Finally, I am in withdrawal from my family. This may seem weird seeing as we all live in a 3 mile nucleus (except of course for electron Pooh who is orbiting out in Cali) But during the holidays, I got to see my family every day. Plus, add in the Christmas Card Competition and I was getting daily phone updates. Now that it is January and work has stolen my soul for the next 3 weeks, I no longer get to see the fam daily. It makes me sad, especially because I have to turn down dinner invites.

Ooh...good song. Gotta dance.