Woke up this morning and, for a moment, thought I was in my happy place with my BF. Then, it hit me that I was alone in my bed and that he was probably flying someplace above the United States at the moment and I was insta-bummed. I mean, I’m happy for him ’cause he’s headed to Cuba for a spring break with the boys, but this is the first in the nine months or so we’ve been dating that we’ll be apart more than a couple of days.

No morning calls… no texts telling me how beautiful I am or how he can’t wait to see me… no surprise dinners out… no evening calls to see how our days went and say goodnight… and no luv-makin’… I’ll get through, of course, but I feel like having a major teen-type-melt-down at the prospect.

On the positive side, of course, it’ll give me a good chance to suck back – reload – and try and get my life back on track because I’ve been letting my shit slip. Too much animal protien and alcohol in my diet, to little exercise, and smoking my brains out has finally undone the good all the years of yoga and moderation had been doing for me so I need to straighten out!

So, this morning I did a few yoga poses, ate oatmeal for breakfast, finished up some chores, and told myself that I am a non-smoker. I also accomplished quite a bit yesterday around the house and have plans to do some of the chores I’ve been putting off for far too long. I also decided that if I’m going to beak about his being gone, I’d best do it here because my friends’ll get pretty sick of it otherwise. LOL