"Get yo'self to the grocery store for some ribs and some ice cream, girlfriend..."

An examination of my coping mechanisms:

Sometimes I just deal by not dealing. Warning: not effective.  Somehow even knowing that doesn’t seem to change things. Read a book. Get lost in someone else’s life for awhile.

I am a firm believer in retail therapy. It has gotten me through several boyfriends. Nothing like feeling hotter-than-ever to assuage any disappointment. Latest purchase: zebra print T-shirt. My mom says animal print usually looks trashy and screams, “I want attention!” but I think I just like it anyway.

With every heartbreak comes a haircut. Usually of my own hand. It’s liberating to feel like a new person. It does something to your outlook when you have a new ‘do. Last summer I cut off like a foot. Felt amazing.  This summer’s update? Sunny highlights.

I used to be a sleeper. Turns out I just couldn’t breathe.

I am usually a comfort food eater in times of crisis. Ice cream in large quantities, and only out of the carton. I can truthfully say I’ve eaten nothing but ice cream for every meal on some occasions.  One time my dad caught me eating straight out of the carton and looked at me sympathetically, “Bad day?” I had no idea he knew my make-it-better weakness…I was kind of touched. Turns out I was just in an ice-cream mood. Oops.

However- I have begun exercising.  Can you believe that? I worked out on 3 days ago and I’m still sore! I love feeling buff. I love it even more than feeling fat.  Transition time?

I read somewhere (somewhere ridiculous probably) that you should make everything you do sexy and you will feel like a million bucks. For example, watching Jennifer Anisten while in sweats, munching on salt ‘n vinegar chips will most likely result in feeling ugly and bloated. Watching her in high heels? You are so much hotter than she will ever be. And you eat too, so you’re probably happier. Yeah, I tried this. Yeah, let’s just say my teeth are whiter, my tan is darker, my hair is luscious-er, and I bought plum liquid eye-liner. Sweats and a baseball hat just means I’m Britney Spears incognito.  (That’s what my dad says anyway :)