I miss my husband. I miss him very, very much and to me, well the me I'm trying to change but having a rough go at it, means drowning my grief in ice cream and chocolate. I joined up at our local Weight Watchers two weeks ago and am down 4.6 lbs, which is fantastic, but there isn't enough umph there to keep me out of the kitchen. I may have to barricade myself!
Tonight I'm sitting in my apartment alone thinking about him and wanting to eat. I've tried reading and watching tv to no avail and am now trying to keep my hands busy writing this post and airing out some grief.
Luckily, I get to talk to my husband every night and sometimes I get to text message or have a brief phone call in the afternoon. This is a lot more than some spouses get and I definitely don't want to take it for granted. I'm nervous, because the reality is that soon those chats can be cut down and possibly on hold sporadically. Before that happens we are going to get one more chance to spend some time together before he leaves the country! I'm so excited about that, it almost motivates me to shut my hungry mouth! I'm leaving in three weeks and will get to see him at least one evening, and hopefully two whole days. We are both praying for the latter! My plane is all booked and my friends back home are going to take care of me while I'm there and I am trying to resist packing my bags!
Until then, pray that I can keep my emotions in check and my nose out of the fridge!
