Panerapy

Panera + Therapy = Panerapy!!

Panerapy is a highly successful form of therapy. I will personally attest to that!

So, with all that is going on in my life...the bff and I needed a bit of a mental health break. So, we grabbed our purses and headed to the nearest Panera for some Chai Latte and their super delicious breakfast puff pastry thingies. She had the egg/bacon/cheese, I had the artichoke/cheese and we each divided in half and shared.

First things first, it pains me to see the bff with eyes rimmed in red. I know she has been crying. With all the preparation and emotional fortitude she has, losing her job still hurts. And pisses me off. Not only because she is my friend, but because I know that she is an exceptional employee. Seniority sucks. We sipped our Chai, munched on our pastry, and as bff's do, discussed what exact crazy we really like about one another. It was a well needed break from our workplace. One that I will miss.

The other issue, as I mentioned in the previous post, is the "weight thing". My inability to meet a meal I didn't like aside, he was just crappy for saying that. Or more specifically, understanding that he prefers me a bit more slender does not absolve his crass and inappropriate way of broaching the subject. I don't feel like I have let myself go, but I also don't like the weight I have gained. I am a compulsive eater. I know this. I am also rather tall and can (not that I should) carry it. I am curvalicious, but not a fat ass. At least not yet.

If there is any redemption, we have had much more meaningful communication since this happened. I just have not decided if the climb is worth the view in terms of the relationship.

So...there it is. Friends losing their jobs and a boyfriend who is questionably appropriate. And Panerapy. The worlds best therapy.