Facebook Fatty

Unsettled by this new Facebook Abstinence. For Lent.

Living alone was less lonely when there were several hundred people I could communicate with indirectly at any hour of the day or night. My blog network is smaller, but it serves a similar hunger. So I'm over-blogging. Which I'm okay with.

I know I'm developing a reputation as a Facebook Fatty, struggling with yo-yo dieting and binge cycles. I've even been compared to Brett Farve - retiring only to make a comeback. Over and over. But what's the alternative? To quit completely? Don't want to completely cut myself out of social networking. In fact, I will need to do some F-booking for work. Grace.

I would love to find balance. Of course. But this is me trying - repeatedly rediscovering what lies beneath my ravenous appetite for human connection. Often, I believe, Facebook frittering (etc.) is (for me) a high-calorie substitute for connecting with my Self. And with my God. A repellant against stillness and silence and peace. A manifestation of restlessness and unease. TV has a similar function, I expect. And now that I've finished "In Therapy: Season 1" I may limit my TV intake too. Maybe.