Ok, March was a bad month, so I didn't panic when the scale inched up a little. But, now it's mid-May. The inching isn't a solo gig anymore. The inching has backup now: a discordant band of dread and craven echoes all around. I feel myself holding a shallow breath for much of the day. I tense as I drive past DQ ...the drive up menus run like movie trailers in my mind. I don't enter. But find myself instinctively counting the cash in my purse anyway.
She is with me--within me...the girl from 6 yrs 9 months ago. Tuning her out is wearing me down. She won't shut up. My workouts are barely enough to drown out this siege.
I freeze and pray she goes away. A pathetic strategy...standing still in a minefield.
Got to get the map or medivac to Find Yes.