but not quite across the finish line.

It’s Saturday evening. I’m in a lovely restaurant, enjoying a glass of red wine, and the glow of the fireplace. The smell is to die for. And yet, my desire to actually eat something is not quite there.

I have upped my food intake, but it was uncomfortable. Not because I didn’t want to eat, but because I hadn’t eaten for so long, my system was sort of rejecting the process.

This morning, I had to go to one of my bff’s mother’s funeral. Not exactly how I envisioned my first day off in 2 weeks. Continue reading “Over the hump…”