Well, breakfast and lunch were perfect--for dinner we had the farewell rouladen. Fattening, but I didn't eat a ridiculous amount and since the meat is expensive, Dave bought a package that turned out to be just the right amount. No leftovers. I seem to be doing well with isolating my poor choices. Well, poor choice isn't the right word for the rouladen dinner----high point is a better choice. I don't want to live in a world where I can't have a special farewell dinner for my only child. Now, the brownies are a different matter. I might have been able to rationalize a small piece, but I ate HUGE piece. With milk. We like to have a dessert while we play a game on Sunday nights. But dessert doesn't have to be out of control and actually, I've been doing quite well managing them.
I'm hoping to achieve some sort of emotional equillibrium for awhile after this week. The worst of the latest family crisis is behind me. Catherine leaves on Tuesday--that's emotional and I'll be lonely, but it's a clean and happy change. I'm excited for her. The emotions are only the natural waves of letting a child go--not the twisted and ugly feelings that my family inspires. However, having said that. I love my parents and sisters. And what are we here on earth for if not to suffer and conquer preciesly these problems?
Tomorrow I work a long day, but should be on track with food. Tuesday we take Catherine up and all bets are off. I'm glad I don't have a deadline on this project other than the insurance deadline which is totally doable.
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