I found myself on a drug run, oh no not the illegal kind …..

The kind that girls from the age of 7 to 12 push in there cute little
green uniforms sporting the feats of greatness performed on a sash
across the chest like a badge of honor.

Yes that’s rite “the girl scouts” who ever came up with this concept
was genius, put adorable or not so adorable ( as the one I just I
encountered looked like she could take me with one paw tied behind her
ever expanding back shanks)  in cute outfits and infest the general
public with cookies that I’m sure have an addictive drug injected
into the chewy cookie center, that keeps us running back for more each February.
Why else would I, a reasonable woman of above average intelligence
sink to such depths?

As I drove from store to store in a sweat, my mission was clear.. get the
stinkin cookies, samoa’s to be precise………….

I had hit my wits end with my life bills piled high and I was recently divorced
and over the “ill show you stage” slowly my lifetime addiction to
food, for comfort, happy sad, board, celebrating or just plain
depressed.  The pounds crept back on, knowing this……instead of
doing what I should.. what I knew how to do, I gave up!

A cookie high was just what I needed. Which in reality what I needed was a boot to the butt, as in pull yourself together (scene from movie where woman’s
hysterical, slapped to sanity by hero). The problem was I was all I
had..and fresh out of heroes.

That day I spent more money than I had to be shelling out for such
nonsense, ate said drug of choice, wallowed in self pity, recounting
everything wrong with my life, followed by shame spiraling, and more
cookies.

I awoke the next morning called in sick and did the same thing all day
long( your thinking when is she going to get it together( hold please
work in progress) I did get it together, cleaned up my act and got back in that f-ing horse of life again.

It’s ok to pause and feel like you want to look homeless for a few days,
but then we all must get it together and go on.. try again and hope for
better, and know that it always works itself out.
What we don’t think about is this; we are so caught up in life’s
swell, and don’t get me wrong it’s all valid. Your reality.. mine.. the
woman in front of you at the grocery store paying for her kids dinner
with food stamps, the perfect looking chic buying her tofu.The truth
is we are all connected through our trials, we all have them, the
scenery is just painted different.

Be grateful for your problems, become empowered.

This too shall pass, be the strong capable women that is our god given
birth right.

Do not squander your power!

Peace out bitches!
~Reigan Riley