I meant to walk on Saturday. I didn't. I was busy growling around my family. Husband was working on work, and working on church, working on living arrangements other than these and generally absent. I was trying to get my kids to do their chores unsupervised. At least unsupervised compared to usual. I was trying to get to a 10 minute check-up. It did NOT work. Then came the babysitting I'd committed to do, so we can continue our babysitting swap for dates. It wasn't bad. I ate better than BEFORE, but terrible for AFTER. I needed sugar. Not just sugar, I needed chocolate too. I suppose that when I feel taken advantage of, or over-burdened even [especially] when I've done it to myself. I made brownies and did not go to the grocery store and buy ice cream as planned. By myself, while stressed. Here's the kicker: I had my shoes and coat on with keys in hand. Then this project flashed a final time through my mind. *sigh* So, no ice cream with gooey-just ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.