Dinner for one

When driving to work, I saw a semi-truck flipped on its side, a school bus in a fender bender and pockets of intense traffic. I knew today was going to be an interesting outing.

Due to the incoming weather, I’m anticipating school being cancelled tomorrow. I also decided that because we had to cancel practice yesterday due to the snow and probably tomorrow because of the ice, having a three hour practice from 5-8 made sense. It was probably 20 degrees or colder out in the last hour. But I didn’t care, I just told the girls to keep on playing as I shivered and watched. They’re the highlight of my day.

I got home a little after 9pm I thought today would be a good day to order Indian food. I haven’t ordered food since George died. When I hung up the phone after placing my order, I realized I had ordered what George and I usually would get. When it arrived, I wanted to set out two plates.

Whenever I order take out, I always overeat until my stomach hurts. I lack self control. Today was no different. The biggest problem was I didn’t have George there to rub my stomach until it settled. But luckily Bodie nuzzled up against me on the couch. The warmth of Bodie pressed up against me sent me drifting. I started dozing off and for a second when I was about to come back to, I thought George was there with his hand resting on the side of me. But the cold reality set in fast when Bodie jumped off and I could feel the cold draft from the window. I’m all alone and ordered way too much food for one person.


About J.

Fitness professional, fitness & nutrition writer, widowed at 28. Writing about getting through grief through self-care, physical activity, and the ​constant feeling of being uncomfortable.
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