Wedding Registry Obsession

My name is Meredith. I am a registraholic.

The first step is admitting you have a problem. Oh sure, I denied it at first, but then I realized I've been exhibiting all the tell-tale signs: loss of sleep, neglect of household responsibilities, decrease in social functionality, registering alone, registering secretly, finding excuses to register, needing to register frequently to function... It's embarrassing, really. This has gotten totally out of control.

Today, I make a pledge. I pledge to do better with my life. Take charge, take back control. Get the old "me" back. The "me" before garlic presses, Wusthof cutlery, bamboo cutting boards, and salad spinners. The ignorant "me," indifferent toward the supreme cooking qualities of All-Clad cookware or the exquisite craftsmanship of Le Creuset bakeware. The "me" that went to bed at 10:30 sharp, that had no problem with Target's kitchen selection, that enjoyed reading, watching movies, going out, eating more than Fruit Loops for dinner. (Fruit Loops? Good God, get a hold of yourself, woman!)

I want that girl back. Even if it means peeling myself away from crateandbarrel.com/gift-registry to engage in my more "normal" activities, like sleeping. I should probably make amends to my loved ones, too, because we all know that over-registering doesn't only effect you; it effects everyone around you, too.

Bye bye, little registries. We had some good times together, but now you're only bringing me down. Today is a new day. Step away from the MacBook.