( a long time ago, in a land far, far away... )
all told, it was Twenty Days of Dave. Twenty NonDavelessDays. so now it's kind of weird. i'm surviving with chocolate (unhealthy), showers with gingerbread soap (from the soap-loaf i bought for our anniversary and split between us) (healthy), and sleeping with the serape Dave "accidentally forgot" to pack to bring home (the one i wanted from his closet while i was in Maine, and whined about) (which smells strongly like him). i'm not sure if that last is healthy or not. at times i sort of feel like a puppy whose master is missing: i wander my yard sniffing here and there and crying to myself.
but i also forced myself onto the scale again. not great, but not irredeemably bad (252 this morning). i've recommitted to eating better, and less (though the chocolate thing is still a problem). i finally got a massage again, on Wednesday, and have been trying to take better care of my hands (icing, etc). i got on my bike again this morning. and there was a new baby bunny in the garden. so i'm dealing/doing pretty well. :D
sorry i've been away so long!