I miss him. The holidays are here---I think of how he used to love to take the turkey out of the oven--and On Thanksgiving be the first one to taste it--smiling and licking his fingers with great joy. On Christmas we would be worse than children playing (testing) all the toys in the store before purchasing our favorites-- hoping that they would bring smiles to the little ones faces.
I am thankful for the good memories---now I move forward hoping to honor his memory by not letting sadness take over the season that he loved so deeply.
I bought the first present today---I missed looking into his blue eyes seeing his smile-- he would share my joy.
I have found that exercising is NOT my problem
Eating everything in sight is what I do when I feel sad and lonely.
I hate to admit it---Then I beat myself up --and you guessed it I eat more
I know that there is not enough food in the world to solve a problem
Yet I continue this behavior every six months or so
Like a drug I need to replace this with something more rewarding----now I am beginning to understand why some people become shopaholics. But then they are hit with larger bills than they can afford. DON'T WANT TO GO THERE
I'm thinking that getting manic about my filing of papers at home so that I know where everything is may be a goal for a while
I will be looking out for some other way to fill my emotional needs ---Temp jobs come to mind--I wonder what the market is like for temps?
“Not a lot of people know what goes on anymore. They have no concept of it ... They need to be reminded of what we do and remember what we do ... There’s some guy out there, laying down, dragging his buddy to a helicopter.”
Lance Cpl. Evan Reichenthal - US Marine