Weekend. – Growing Old With You

Hung out with two friends on Friday and Saturday each, separately.

I feel comfortable with both of them. For the most part.

Friday

Turns out I did not have the appetite for anything at all. This café visit needs a re-do.

And they both know about me. Both super recent disclosures. Still not sure if one of them is on-board, but the other one is. I’m not going to be upset, because the people who want to stay in your life will stay happily. I will go through the momentary, transient pain of loss, if I have to.

I partook in the friend’s pasta and fries, both no more than two spoons each at best. Eating per my appetite is throwing me odd balls.

Saturday

I want to be thin enough to be able to wear this one day. Or something like this.

The market and the food were underwhelming on Saturday, but I managed to grab a couple of cute earrings. I skipped dinner cause I didn’t feel “hungry” which, again, is something I am trying to still learn. Because of where my health is, I don’t always get the hunger signal on time from my body. It’s a process knowing when to wait for the body, and when to just go ahead and eat something.

Fren said I have a thing for pink.

Sunday

Sunday was spent gaming at home. I woke up late so the day finished before it ever began anyway. And since Sundays are conscious rest, I cancelled “going out” even when I felt like going out. 🙈

I remotely hung out with Olivia for a couple of hours late night. Since she’s in Europe now, time zones are funny. And a pain. Still, it was really nice. And we want to do this again. I also felt good because a couple of things I shared with her helped ease her anxieties around things right now. We drew some very amateur art on our notebooks with just a pencil. She did her laundry, sipped some beer, and I had some packet chips and sipped hot water (I’ve gone alcohol free recently… how long for I don’t know).

Maybe next weekend, we do this again?

But, today is Monday. And I’m trying not to stress. This, too, is a process, no?