We live in the country, so it’s not unusual to see stray animals wandering up and down the road on any given day. One guys cows are in the road, while someone else’s dog is running loose. It’s not a big deal, but what burns my buns is when someone drops off a cat (or rather, kittens), in the dead of winter, at the bottom of our driveway.
Mind you, we are not farmers. Yes, we do have a three-sided barn across the
street road from the house, and we do allow a neighbor lady to harvest our hay, but we do not farm, either for sport or commercially. So why, then, do people drop cats off at the end of our driveway, and why do they do it in January, February, and March–the absolute coldest months of the year?
I know the answer to that question. Because they can!
They also drop them off at our house, I suspect, because they know we are softies. Every single cat we have ever owned since living in the country has been a cat that was dropped off at the end of our driveway.
Zigzag was a drop off.
Mama Cat–a drop off.
Jingle Bells–a drop off. And now we have a tri-colored, long-haired, shabby, but chubby, I’m-guessing-male-but-can’t-be-sure-cuz-he-takes-off-like-a-bullet-from-a-gun-whenever-you-see-him drop off living under our pine trees. Actually, I think he lives in our barn with the horse and donkey, but he has darted under the pine tree any time I have seen him about.
I do not want a long-haired stray as a pet.
Let me say that again: I do not want a long-haired stray as a house pet!
Ah, that feels better.
All this to say that sometimes things happen in life that we wish did not happen. A stray cat ends up in your pine trees, or you fall on the ice. Sometimes you get involved with the wrong people, or you overdraw your checking account, or you forget to buy apple cider while you’re downtown (and no, you are not turning around and going back the 6.5 miles it takes to get to town from the hill for that). Guess you will have to experiment with the ingredients you have today, Lori, instead of trying that new recipe.
Here’s the thing: Regardless of how chaotic or unexpected life becomes, and no matter what shenanigans it pulls, WE DO NOT HAVE TO EAT OVER IT! Period, exclamation point!
Today, we can choose to surrender to the urges we have to overeat, or we can zip the lip, find something else to do, pray until the urge passes, and drive around the neighborhood looking for whoever it is that keeps leaving those cats at the end of the driveway–but know this: Overeating is not an option!
Go find those knitting needles, or your journal, or the herbal tea you love with the peppermint in it. The food will wait for you. It never goes away. Dinner will be here soon, and then you can eat free of guilt.
That’s my advice to myself and anyone else who needs it today. Don’t let food steal your joy away or run your life. The decision is yours–choose well.
What do you do when you are frustrated? How does food “weigh” into your thinking when you feel stressed? What is your go-to answer for dealing with food urges?