What I'm laughing at right now:

Discomfort

I hate being uncomfortable. So much so that every time I feel slightly uncomfortable, I reach for food, caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol.

Lately, I'm trying to think before I reach and have noticed a pattern: I'm mad, I'll have a cigarette; I'm sad, I'll eat junk food; work is stressful, I'll run to the vending machine...

Why is being uncomfortable so terrible? Why am I so scared to be uncomfortable for even a moment? What would happen?

Let's travel back several years and visit for a moment with little Champagne. As a wee lass, Champagne did not receive all the love and acceptance that she desired (wah, wah, did any of us?). She would either receive tons of praise and acceptance (usually for performing and/or her appearance) or she would be punished (usually for reasons unknown to her). When the praise wasn't there, she filled the void with food. When she was unhappy because her parents were withholding their love, she reached for food. She learned from a young age that food was a great way to alleviate this "discomfort".

Now, as a 130 year old adult, Champagne is STILL trying to soothe that little girl.

Maybe, someday, I'll be able to experience the discomfort and realize that being uncomfortable is not, in fact, fatal.