Day One Hundred Eleven
When I woke up, I had about thirty minutes before I had to get in the shower. I had to be ready early to register my youngest child in school. If I'd gone to the gym, I would have spent most of that time driving. So I ran in place for nine minutes, looking at the clock, did a plank, and went for a ten-minute walk around the neighborhood.
It wasn't enough, and I continued to feel very full all day. I'm not sure I overate in any way, but I think maybe I just don't need as much food as I used to need.
I saved my "one sugar thing" for book club tonight. Right before book club, though, I remembered that it was at the house of a woman who always eats healthy, and I started to think that maybe what she would be serving wouldn't have any sugar in it, and so I would end up with no sugar again late at night.
I didn't want to repeat last night's disgraceful performance, so I came up with a whole different disgraceful performance for tonight. I stuck my hand in my Easter candy bag and pulled out a little bit of candy to eat before I went to book club. Technically, this should have made me ineligible for a dessert at book club, but it really wasn't much. Here's what I had: three M&Ms, a small white chocolate "egg," and a Hershey's kiss.
Dessert was served at book club. It was a kind of "toll house" pie. The pieces were very small, and not particularly sweet or rich. The pie was accompanied with some nectarine slices and blackberries. I did have some, and it was fine. I do not feel bad.
When I got home from book club, a little after ten, the house was dark. I expected my sons to be in bed, but I thought, "Wow, Mark must have been really tired." I moved through the house and found that the kitchen light would not go on. That's when I realized the power was out. So I moved on to the bedroom and called out, "Mark?"
Dead silence.
Okay. Even with the power out, Mark should be home. Everything should not be completely silent. Fears and warnings from all those true crime podcasts I had been listening to started to creep me out, and horrible images started filing my mind. One thing was for sure: if someone had cut the power to my house (I hadn't noticed it being out anywhere else on my way home) and murdered or tied up my family, I had better sure as heck get out of the house.
I turned around to walk out, and, fortunately, as I went, started turning on my phone flashlight, because as I passed the stairs, a man came up them. But I wasn't scared, because I could see it was my oldest-at-home son. He told me Mark and the other boys had been home just a few minutes ago, so I continued to the front door, where we met them. They had gone over to the church to use the wi-fi. The power wasn't out at the church. And I for sure pay my bill every four weeks.
I did not have a hot cocoa. I worked on convincing my kids that the best thing to do when it's late at night and totally dark is to go to bed.
It wasn't enough, and I continued to feel very full all day. I'm not sure I overate in any way, but I think maybe I just don't need as much food as I used to need.
I saved my "one sugar thing" for book club tonight. Right before book club, though, I remembered that it was at the house of a woman who always eats healthy, and I started to think that maybe what she would be serving wouldn't have any sugar in it, and so I would end up with no sugar again late at night.
I didn't want to repeat last night's disgraceful performance, so I came up with a whole different disgraceful performance for tonight. I stuck my hand in my Easter candy bag and pulled out a little bit of candy to eat before I went to book club. Technically, this should have made me ineligible for a dessert at book club, but it really wasn't much. Here's what I had: three M&Ms, a small white chocolate "egg," and a Hershey's kiss.
Dessert was served at book club. It was a kind of "toll house" pie. The pieces were very small, and not particularly sweet or rich. The pie was accompanied with some nectarine slices and blackberries. I did have some, and it was fine. I do not feel bad.
When I got home from book club, a little after ten, the house was dark. I expected my sons to be in bed, but I thought, "Wow, Mark must have been really tired." I moved through the house and found that the kitchen light would not go on. That's when I realized the power was out. So I moved on to the bedroom and called out, "Mark?"
Dead silence.
Okay. Even with the power out, Mark should be home. Everything should not be completely silent. Fears and warnings from all those true crime podcasts I had been listening to started to creep me out, and horrible images started filing my mind. One thing was for sure: if someone had cut the power to my house (I hadn't noticed it being out anywhere else on my way home) and murdered or tied up my family, I had better sure as heck get out of the house.
I turned around to walk out, and, fortunately, as I went, started turning on my phone flashlight, because as I passed the stairs, a man came up them. But I wasn't scared, because I could see it was my oldest-at-home son. He told me Mark and the other boys had been home just a few minutes ago, so I continued to the front door, where we met them. They had gone over to the church to use the wi-fi. The power wasn't out at the church. And I for sure pay my bill every four weeks.
I did not have a hot cocoa. I worked on convincing my kids that the best thing to do when it's late at night and totally dark is to go to bed.
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