Last night was painfully difficult. Home alone and the AV was so flipping loud and cunning that I WANTED desperately to give in. I drowned it by eating a sh*t load of ice cream. I didn't like the ice cream and felt bloated and horrible. My sick little AV was saying, "Come on...others are taking a night off...go ahead..." So it's kind of a conundrum, did my AV use recent slips to play tricks, or are we having more recent slips because that's part of the stage we're in?
I didn't give in, but I don't feel particularly victorious today. I feel dark...sad...hollow...and fat.
Well, this post is anything but uplifting! Sorry. Gotta work on finding the sunshine. Have a great Saturday Augustables.