so i have this big daunting thing inside me. it's a secret thing, so only i can know its gnawing and growing hugeness.
one of the things The Secret Thing is pushing me to do is lose weight (i am imagining liz' eyebrows flying upwards at this; but i can explain dearest ooompopo, so hold that brow)
which means i was up this morning at 7am. i contemplated what i will do tomorrw morning- exercise-wise, then i used the extra time to read the paper and make myself a healthy breakfast (dalia-porridge, if you must know)
The (daunting) Secret Thing is also making other smaller, more insidious changes that are scary and take up much imagination-bandwidth; i'm desperately waiting for the secret thing to become an un-secret thing so i can hair-split and discuss it to ordinariness... sigh!
if nothing else- i shall strive to post about my strife. wish me luck my lovelies.
