Halloween came and went without much fanfare from me... I did go out on Saturday night and stopped by the always happening loft party... People did not recognize me, and I wasn't even in costume.
Since then, I seem to have dropped a lot of extra water weight from my stomach and everywhere else, and I scare myself when I see myself in the mirror. I am down to 127 pounds. I think the last time I weighed that was when I was 14 or 15 years old.
SO I am eating well, finally. That liver thingy seems to have really helped. I think things are looking up... I keep saying that, I know. But if I don't then the occasional bad day just becomes overwhelming.
I've been terrible about keeping up with people and returning calls, so if I owe you a call or a note, I swear, it's on my list. I'm resolving to be much better this week.
The return of my appetite has meant a lot of weird cravings... some of them:
Warm Peach pie with flaky crust and vanilla ice cream
Biscuits and gravy
Thai spring rolls
Heather's strawberry salad with Red Rocket dressing
Saturday was my 6 month anniversary of quitting drinking. Yippee!!
I haven't been to a meeting yet to officially celebrate that milestone, but I hope to make it to my favorite noon meeting tomorrow. I certainly haven't had any physical desire to imbibe, but there have been some depressing moments in which I wished for an "instant attitude adjustment". That's a tough one to deal with. Being in a mood that I don't like and having to pull myself out of it one way or another without outside help is so hard at times. That "*sigh* I need a drink" feeling that says... I just want to feel DIFFERENT than I do right at this moment.
I think I've successfully substituted napping as one of the things that I turn to when things suck. I don't know how mentally healthy that is, but I am sure that it's not hurting my body any, as it seems to need all the help it can get.