I came home parched with thirst. I drank Chai Chocolate Tea and Kool-aide. Talk about desert thrist. Exhausted, I watched Oprah. Elton John performed Tiny Dancer. Ironically, watching him reminded me of being in Collingwood and listening to my brother perform Tiny Dancing while playing Karaoke....He was hilarious. Tiny Dancer is a long-winded tune, but Elton is a professional. Yesterday's episode of Golden Girls was about a lonely empty nester. Watching the woman, I couldn't help thinking of my parents. This is the first weekend since I became single and started recovery that I've stayed at my apartment. I feel so free!
Gosh, it feels like winter outside. Looking out my window, there were wet flurries. I listened to tunes this morning. I heard What Do Want From Me? by Adam Lambert and cranked my radio up. The Observer gave me my stereo three months after we started dating. Every day I flip it on...Thanks Observer! I went to the market and bought a bag of apples and a bagel for lunch. Bagels are my new addiction. On the way to my apartment, I saw an attendant and asked how she was. "I'm alright, you know," she answered. She said she was borrowing my favourite phrase. I do say it often.
I haven't chewed gum in a week. Since I'm eating when I'm hungry, I don't feel compelled to devour a whole pack every day. Gum chewing was my addiction. I'm no longer hungry ALL the time and I don't eat massive amounts of food at one sitting as much. Yes, I still slip. Yes, I'm flabby. Somehow, the world doesn't feel like it will end. I'm alright, you know.