Well, at least I'm completely relaxed. My little in-house retreat to stay out of the way of Didge's nicotine withdrawals turned out to be just what I've been needing. I've come to so many conclusions that reek of self-help article rhetoric that I'm not even going to embarrass you by posting them. Suffice to say it's been fantastic. I had another beauty day today just for the hell of it. I'm about to start working on a (gasp) budget for us. I've had long conversations with Mom that weren't about what we have to get done by such and such a date, and was actually unbusy enough to finally catch an old friend when he tried to call. Rediscovered cardio followed by Pilates, and honestly feel like I have my feet back under me. Feet that have just had a pedicure, even!
And now for Didgeridoo Boy. Well - he's eating. He's eating a lot. This morning, I went down for coffee and breakfast and found a bowl of candy wrappers on the kitchen counter. A larger bowl, empty, was on the breakfast bar. I let Totsi the Dog out for her morning TCB trip to the back yard, dodged the rampant Foot Foot Kitty, and asked him how he was feeling. "Man, I am hungrier than a mother fucker!", he laughed. "Are you going to cook some rice?" I put the rice on, and he changed his mind, as he confessed to just how much he'd eaten the night before. His carbohydrate cravings are truly insane - the huge bowl on the breakfast bar had contained popcorn, and another half a loaf of bread went missing between the time I went to bed and came back downstairs. He's concerned he'll gain ten pounds before all of this is over. I'm concerned what he might do if he eats everything in the kitchen in the middle of the night. I like the trees that shade our home. Wood might seem a nice source of starchy goodness if he can't find something inside.
But, I swear, he *looks* better, even though he swears he looks haggard. He looks as though something's breathing the life back into him. So maybe my prediction that we'll be svelte and glowing in a few weeks wasn't just wishful thinking.
Maybe I should convince him to have a beauty day.
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