Saturday Snow

I had no idea when I started Exercise 86 how sad it would make me. I thought I would be angry, but it didn't turn out like that. I spent unusual amounts of time crying, which is strange for me. I felt like I was in mourning.

But at least finishing the exercise gave me some really good insight as to why I was eating the volume of food that I was. Yesterday for breakfast I consumed half of a coconut custard pie. The only reason I ate half was because I ate the other half the day before.

The exercise was also good because it let me put all the little pieces, or memories, together to create a larger picture, like a puzzle. So I am finally starting to understand why I had been defending my dad and his drinking, why I don't take rejection very well, and why I have been eating like a lumberjack this week.

On a lighter note, it is snowing! It started last night, only about an inch overnight, and it continues this morning. My daughter is running around in her Winnie the Pooh snow boots and a nightgown begging me to go on the swingset with her. What is it about snow that makes little kids (and big kids and some adults) so hyperactive? I think there must be some additive or preservative in it. And why am I always so *amazed* that it snowed? It's not like it's June and we are having a blizzard. It's November, we live in the northeast, I should come to expect this kind of thing after 38 years of weather patterns, right? But no. Here I am, 11 o'clock last night, waking up my poor husband, shrieking, "It's snowing! It's snowing!" And then, there he is, running to the window to get a look, and he starts doing it too, "It's snowing! It's snowing!" Grown adults, behaving like children.

So, on that thought, I am leaving now to put on my snow boots, and go get a cold, soggy behind on the swing set. Have a great weekend, everyone!