Still talking

Every Sunday afternoon during football season, you know where to find me. At home, watching the games and doing chores. I love my Sundays. Especially if the Jets win. But today they're not playing, so I'm settling for Giants and Bills. I'm very productive on football afternoons. I cook, clean, do laundry and generally get organized for the week ahead. And now it seems that I'm adding blogging to my Sunday lineup. In all honesty I don't feel like doing much else because this whole ED thing is our obsession right now.

M slept late today, which is a good thing since sleep has been a challenge. The downside is that we missed a meal (breakfast) and a snack. We made a nice breakfast-for-lunch meal however. Hashbrowns and English muffin with pumpkin butter for him. Hashbrowns and scrambled eggs for me. When we're both home, we always make meals together. He seems to really enjoy it and he eats well during those meals. Today he was joking and ate well. It felt good to feel so normal. Then I look at the circles under his eyes and sunken cheeks and remember that we're not normal. Yet. (If there ever is such a thing as normal, but I think you get what I mean.)

I'm psycho. Doing everything I can to keep the positive energy going with jokes, jovial laughs and upbeat stories. And then I cry, quickly wiping away the tears if I hear him coming.

But he ate well. I'm holding onto that. He just grabbed an apple to eat, which has always been his fav snack. These days I ask him to add some peanut butter with the apple. He wants to go to Willie's for dinner tonight to check out their portabello burger, so he'll eat well then. I'm hopeful that it's a good food day. Those sunken cheeks haunt me.