Just when you think

you have it all figured out,

You discover.....

that you're not even close.

So it is with me apparently.

I broke up with my boyfriend. For good. I thought I had it figured out that it was all me, me, me . It wasn't, though I am flaky to say the least. My mom is the one who finally talked some sense into me. I went home that night and broke it off. He has never returned. He contacted me once and I told him to screw off. No word since then. Which is what I wanted...isn't it?

Yes. I do want that. I feel better since he is gone, but there are some uncomfortable feelings.

After the breakup, I wanted to binge on Ben n Jerry's so badly. But I didn't. I wanted to drink, drink, drink...but I didn't. I felt all the crap feelings. I'm still feeling them. I won't say that I never have chips (trigger food for me). I won't say that I never drink (a slippy slope for me). I do. But I am aware and I am trying. That's all I can say about that.

My finances are screwed up again. I have to be more consistent. I need to develop some routines with regard to those. Or I will never reach my goals. I'll never be able to move out of that hole of an apartment.