Last night, I had an admittedly tough night.
After therapy and a mini-workout (just 25 min. quick cardio), all the anxiety and stress I’ve been trying to conceal these past few weeks came out in an emotional blow-up with my husband.
(For those keeping tabs, we’re three weeks in, and two weeks to go of my house-guests…)
We talked for hours, and after we’d calmed down and laid both our concerns out on the table (and there were plenty, given the circumstances) and reached a point of synergy, my stomach began to rumble.
I was genuinely hungry. My eyes were puffy, and my tummy felt as empty as my aching head. (more…)