Battlefronts

I’m a woman of many battlefronts.

While this may appeal to the soldiers in the crowd, the crazy girl in the middle is rather mortified by it all.

My cringe-worthy skirmish today is with Food.

Yes, Food.

I don’t trust it.

Haven’t for decades. Would break off all relations with it, if I could.

But since I can’t, I’ve decided to launch a few feeler attacks into its camps. Take control of my fear by conquering it bit by bit.

Last night, I ate potato chips without a Pepcid.

This morning, I consumed oatmeal.

It’s up in the air if I survive until afternoon.

Bottom line: Battlefields of the mind are often cloaked in stupid.

Until Wednesday (travel day tomorrow)…

Chloe