I find dentist appointments to be very anxiety ridden, call me crazy but i equate going to the dentist with going to hell. I had to go to the oral surgeon today to evaluate my wisdom teeth. I was riding along in the car with my mother and we get to the place...they are closed. When they open we come to find that, thanks to the insurance company, we were referred to the wrong place. Don’t you just love insurance companies? Their always just so reliable, it's truly shocking. When we left the dentist I felt like I was having a full fledged emotional breakdown. I blurted out to my mother “I NEED COFFEE.” This isn’t really out of the ordinary for me since I am in a constant caffeine deprived state. We went to Panera, shitty coffee by the way, and as I was ordering I saw a scone with an orange glaze in the corner of my eye. It has 540 calories in it. Of course, I ordered and devoured it. I wanted to feel comfort and relief in a split second; what’s better than butter and sugar to fill this unknown void? I can easily excuse this indulgent pastry by saying “oh it was just a treat.” I was in the shower and I was thinking what I weird concept this whole “treat” thing is. We see putting shitty food in our body as a treat, as something that should be a reward. Isn’t that weird? It's a very backwards way of thinking. Your body deserves to be treated with respect, both mentally and physically. It's just funny how we get in our own way all the time, and sometimes we don’t even realize we are doing it.

I just got sweet potato fries...god damn it.