Head Hunger

September 2, 2003

I have head hunger.

This has been a very high stress summer for me. My youngest sister went to

prison for drugs, and is in a facility less than 10 miles from me.

Consequently, I have “guests” nearly every weekend. I figure if they are

family, and are here 10-12 days a month, they are no longer guests, and I am

not running a bed and breakfast/short order kitchen. They are not yet

convinced, although the last weekend they were here, imagine their surprise

when I told them that Friday night is Date Night for my husband and myself,

and we were going out—without them. And did.

My mother had surgery here in OKC, and came home to recuperate with me. She

lives in Texas, 150 miles away. Mom is NOT a problem, except for being 66

years old, and still raising 3 of my 4 over 40 siblings, and their children,

and then complaining to me about it. Then I had surgery—and the continued

parade of “guests.” The latest stress factor is my husband has been

activated again, and apparently, this time it is not for practice. He leaves

for Kabul, Afghanistan on September 19th. He will be gone for a year.

Consequently, I am totally stressed out, and for the first time in all my

WLS life, I am hungry ALL the time. I KNOW that it’s head hunger. And, so

far, I’ve got it under control. When DH is gone, it probably won’t go away,

but there won’t be any of the snacks I usually keep for him in the house.

This means that my frequent “guests” had better bring what they want to eat

with them, or go to the nearby grocery store. I’m especially concerned about

my sister and brother-in-law’s 5-year-old daughter. I know she weighs at

least 60 lbs. I have tried to talk to them about it. Their excuse (now) is

that they are compensating for her mother being gone now (in prison). Before

it was because she was sick. She was born with a heart defect, and had open

heart surgery at 18 months. I’ve tried to point out that they are not doing

her heart any favors by letting her continue this way, and she’ll probably

be 300 pounds and have congestive heart failure before she is 20. What the

heck do I know? Only that I am not going to contribute to the problem for

the 2-3 days a week that she is here. And I told them, the same weekend I

pointed out that I wasn’t giving up my Friday night dates with my husband,

that it’s “My House, My Rules.”

Ok, I’m done venting now. And the urge to have an everything bagel and cream

cheese has passed….

Jac

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