Day 13 of 190: Feeling A Bit Better

A friend of mine said the first two weeks is the hardest. Hopefully, that is true. Cause guess what tomorrow is two weeks.

The past few days have been pretty hard for me. However, I am feeling better now. Wednesday, I went to lunch with friends. Today I did my regular Friday volunteer gig. Being around people is better than staying home. Some days I just don't have the inner strength to get up and get moving.

So far I have had to change four light bulbs, all requiring a ladder. Then I had to replace the entire light fixture in our kitchen. The tires on the truck were low and I had to add air and it was very cold, but I did it. I guess the things that I would normally ask Jeff to do are piling up. After awhile it become a little less frustrating and a little more normal.

Lily bug likes to talk. She talks from the time she gets home from school, or if it is a weekend from the time she gets up - all the way until she goes to bed. If I don't answer she gets upset. I find it very hard to have to have a conversation that lasts that long. I love her to death and I love to talk with her. But, at times I just need a chance to have a moment to myself. I haven't had a complete thought in 13 days.

We are currently watching the weather channel. We are watching the temperature drop down below 32. Lily is so excited. Too bad the sky is clear. She wants snow so badly. She doesn't remember the 100+ inches of snow we shoveled every winter at our old house in Japan. She wants to go sledding, however I don't believe there is a single hill for a 100 miles. And of course it is unlikely it will snow here.

My last complaint is that I miss my best friend. All the little things, like having to change the light bulbs, are so small in comparison to the void that exists without having daily conversations with Jeff. I guess I have taken for granted how I share so much of myself with him and I miss not hearing all about his day. I don't know what he had for dinner or how he slept last night. It is weird how much that matters. How empty and alone it feels to be without that. A couple of days ago that hurt so much that typing those words would have been impossible. Now it is getting better. We do chat online and he is able to call twice a week. We just feel separate.

I make it sound like everything is just awful. But, really, mostly it is not at all awful. There are just hard moments. For the most part we are healthy happy and having fun. There might be five minutes in a day that I am sad. I cry just a little bit more easily.

So this means I am finally getting up the grit to start dieting and exercising. I am trying to decide if I am going to do a big hard push boot camp style start or if I am going to gradually make small changes so I am not suffering. Any thoughts?