things I miss:
- a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
- comfort foods
- telling the love of my life what is really going on
things I long for:
- days with no alarm clock (thank God that my boys are nearly on winter break!)
- no responsibility at all
- finding joy in things that I know bring me joy but I don't feel right now
- to be able to eat ONE Christmas cookie this year and to not experience guilt with that cookie
And yet I lie. I saw some friends I hadn't seen in months. I said I was doing great. I'm not. One asked how food was going, I told her fine. I ordered food, everyone was watching to see if I would. I even commented on how I couldn't wait for the food to get there. But that wasn't true, it was for the benefit of those around me. It worked, they were thrilled to hear me say that. One of them continued asking me if I was eating. I finally became a smart ass and smiled and said, "Well, I figure once every 4 days is pretty good progress." Another lie, but at least that one was funny, or at least the look on her face was.
I even lie to hubby. Tell him I'm doing fine. All the while hiding the fact that I'm far from fine. He caught me today. He saw the longing look I gave Jimmy John's last night when we drove past. He suggested it today since he knew I'd been wanting it. I told him Chipotle would be better. He's too observant. He wanted to know how long it had been since I'd had a sandwich. And then why. I cringed and told him in one word. "Bread." He took me out for sandwiches. I was still hungry when I stopped but I told him I was full. More than half of my sandwich went to waste. That seems like such a shame. I passed a sign today that talked about how many people in Colorado struggle with hunger. And I felt like the supreme jack ass for CHOOSING to struggle with hunger.
I want to hide. I want to not have to lie. I'm just so very tired. I'm even ready for December to be over when Hubby will notice even quicker when I'm not taking care of myself. Mostly, because I'm just ready to be taken care of and I know he will. I lie and yet wish for my husband to see through my lie. I guess maybe not all hope is lost after all, if I wish for someone to not buy my lie.