Tuesday, May 12, 2015
I come here at the end of every day to log my food and type in a few thoughts, with the goal of having a routine that keeps me on track and motivated. Tonight, I'm a little flummoxed - I don't have any thoughts related to food or health floating in my head ready to flow out. So I'm going to put on my rose-colored glasses and hope that this is a sign that I'm settling into the routine of maintenance, and am not as anxious/focused on food/weight/health as I have been for the last half year.
Or maybe I'm just a little too content this evening. Our oldest is sitting on the sofa next to me; we are both goofing off on our laptops. But every once in a while, we chat about something, or I sneak a kiss on the top of his head. It is a lovely peaceful feeling, knowing that both kids are safely under our family roof. I know that our oldest is technically an adult and in a few short years he'll be done with college and *really* on his own, so every day of his summer break at home seems precious and needs to be treasured.