almost a really good morning…and anorexia strikes again (but I will not let it ruin the day)
Woke up earlyish, listened to The Writer’s Almanac for today while cuddling in bed. Went to Clear Creek Trail and ran a few chilly miles. Came back all excited for breakfast and hun. gry. Started cooking with David: scrambled eggs with ricotta, hash browns, and a bit of bacon. I worked on eggs and he did the rest. And then disaster struck: he was cooking the bacon in the same small pan as the hash browns and some bacon grease oozed over and started touching/swallowing up/frying my hashbrowns and I freaked out like a stupid kid and ended up sobbing in my closet with stuffed animals.
Ugh. But we fixed it and now I am having distinctly separated eggs, hash browns, bacon, and an apple and some OJ. (God, I am hungry.) Sometimes I wonder if I should go back to using the separated plates I used during the early parts of recovery — I still have them! — but they are also made for little kids, so.
Next up: a hopefully relaxing shower, gay-church-day (today is like…open and affirming Sunday? or something?), a tiny bit of shopping, and then HOMEWORK and cleaning and that sort of stuff.