Patience is a virtue... At least that is what my mother taught me. And I have to say - she got it right. Patiently, although begrudgingly, I have waited. Waited for the return to freedom I crave. Waited to reclaim my control, my independance, my happiness. Today, sweet today, the wait is over.
Last night was the difinitive 'Last Supper'. We sat at the table, the three of us, Husband, A and me. We laughed, drank wine and ate. We broke the bread, we consumed the calories and cleared the table afterwards, washing the mess away.
Today they are gone, both of them, within hours of each other. A has left on the next leg of her Australian adventure and husband has gone back to the US on business.
Peace and calm now prevails. I am finally free to fast! And fast I shall with glee and gusto and happiness unequalled since I last weighed less than sixty kilos. I have set a goal to break through the 70kg mark before husband returns next week. Today has not been the ideal day to commence a fast, but the next few days shall see me fade. Fade to sweet emptiness, a clean, fresh hunger that will hopefully show the results I desire.
Today, happiness is being alone.
Bless to all,