Life, love, and books

I've been working really hard lately. Ironically, I work at Texas Road House, ha ha! It's the only place I had an instant contact in, and no where else I passed my application along to called back. Therefore here I am, utilizing my skills as a hostess. Not only am I hostessing and interning, I also have personal training twice every week, and when i'm not there i'm at the gym myself. I've developed a love for the workout high. It's a good and rewarding feeling.

I've been reading a lot of silly 'single and sassy in the city' girl novels lately. Besides the useful fashion advice and a few good laughs, there's not much to it. So naturally I sail through them within a day or two, depending on how soon the sleeping pills knock me out. Oh yes, another recent thing- the doctor finally prescribed me some sleeping pills. For the past few months it's been a struggle to fight my way to sleep, and most likely ended up with me waking with a start a few hours before dawn, and thus the struggle continued again... So, the sleeping pills were a promising thing. I hope they continue to do their job, although twice i've woken up immediately, remembering that these are not time release.

Did you know, most people have a problem with chemical addiction? It's from a chemical your brain releases when you have strong feelings of love, whether for your friends, family, or 'other'. This chemical is called oxytocin. In an article I read, I was stunned to read the following "...so the brains of people deeply in love do not look like those of people experiencing strong emotions, but instead like those of people snorting coke. Love, in other words, uses the neural mechanisms that are activated during the process of addiction. “We are literally addicted to love,” Dr Young observes. [pg.3] " Man, does that explain a lot. Apparently, when love fails, or is rejected, the chemical reverses itself, and the resulting depression is sometimes accompanied with symptoms like fainting, dizziness, head aches, difficulty breathing, etc. This isn't a comforting thought. Last night, I talked to my first love, and when we hung up I started crying.
Cheers to this wonderful chemical;
the chemical addiction of love.


Article: Oxytocin, Chemical Addiction and the Science of Love.
http://www.oxytocin.org/oxytoc/love-science.html