no nothing to do for anyone else tonight. or tomorrow morning. my time is mine again. my weekends are mine. my worries will be about me and things that I can control, not about a parent who can hopefully take care of himself from here on out.
I have a big fat new book, The Forgotten Garden, that wants to be read.
And some Louise Hay Power Thought Cards that somehow always know the right thing to tell me: "I breathe in the fullness and richness of life. I observe with joy as life abundantly supports me and supplies me with more good than I can imagine."
B: whole milk drunk out of the carton, whole wheat english muffin with PB& J eaten in the car on the way to work.
L: cold salad of whole wheat cous cous, salmon salad, beets and avocado. (one of the best meals ever.)
D: chicken thighs, couscous, zucchini & beets. boring but satisfactory. goat cheese toast on the side. wine.
I don't really seem to be calorie cycling this week, just staying within my range. And that's ok.