So upon discovering that I've been sick and losing weight he offered to make me dinner. And within minutes he served me a wonderful stir fry. I didn't think I was hungry. But there is something about having food made for me or purchased for me which just makes me feel cared for and happy and want to eat it all the more. I devoured far more than I thought I could as I chatted with him and his girlfriend.
Now I'm relaxed with a full belly as I tape the Wayne Dyer special on PBS. And my body...whoa...I now have an entirely different body than I had one month ago. I have thoughts and ideas on that, which I'll save for a more filtered post.