State of the Container of the Witch:
The diet continues very well. Can you believe I haven’t had a drink in nearly two weeks? The numbers on the scale continue to edge downward, and I’ve re-introduced a whole tier of favorite clothing back into the rotation. Yay! And it’s still been really, stupidly easy. Which only proves the theory I heard long ago: you can’t do this kind of thing until you’re ready. All last year as I was gaining weight, I’d be thinking, Oh, jeez, I have to stop this, I have to do something, I need to eat less, etc etc. But I wasn’t ready, so it was impossible. Now I was ready–finally, really emotionally ready–and it’s easy.
So I am going to reward myself and ease into phase 2 a couple of days early. There will be a drinking buddy around this weekend, and I’d hate to miss that opportunity. 🙂 I’m going to be a terrible lightweight, though, so I have to be careful. And I’m not going to suddenly flood my diet with a whole bunch of carbs. My plan is to do three or four days of a sort of hybrid phase 1/phase 2, starting tomorrow (add a little fruit, some wine, maybe a cracker or two), and see how it goes. Then by mid-next week, go more fully into phase 2 if I’m happy with the results.
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State of the Contents of the Witch:
Results hazy, try again later.
No, seriously. Lots of good stuff going on; lots of tough stuff going on. I am feeling helplessly remote from Jay as he struggles with chemo and its attendant frustrations and limitations. I am reading his treatment of Our Lady of the Islands and loving it. I am contemplating what my next big writing project(s) should be. I am contemplating big external changes in my life and big structural internal changes–future, ongoing, recent past. Vague, I know, but isn’t that the way life is sometimes?