Sunday, July 22, 2012
I don't always like weekends. I think I set my expectations too high. Mostly, I've just been lonely. Not like I don't have things to do, but I've needed human companionship and it's not been there. The man I date, we decided to take a break from each other Wednesday night; one evening turned into four days with little or no communication. So weird. My daughters have been gone with their father and that side of their family since July 13th. They just rolled back into town about half an hour ago. I will see them tomorrow. That makes me happy. So I had a lot of time on my hands this weekend. Not so long ago, in a galaxy with lots of liquor stores, I would have relished all this alone time. You know why. I've gotten my exercising out of the way early each day--that's an hour about, watched a movie a day--that takes a few hours, done all the daily chores one must do to keep things alive--that doesn't take long, tried not to sit around eating. If it hadn't have been for two AA meeting a day and the driving back and forth time--I don't know if I would have made it. Just go and stay sober--that's what I keep saying. I am so grateful to the people in those rooms.
So bye-bye weekend, and take the damn scale with you. That thing will not budge! I did not eat the entire bag of Pop Chips last night--there are still some left--but even if I had, there's only 360 calories in the whole bag. How could that ruin weigh-in this morning? It doesn't use batteries, so that's not the problem.