Quiet Time

Yesterday, I woke up and did a 20 minute AM yoga dvd with Rodney Yee and it felt great. I had a skip in my step all day! After yoga, I had a bowl of clifford crunch in hopes of curing my honey nut cheerios craving. I topped it with a banana, walnuts and hemp milk. It was awesome and I think it did the trick.

Work was pretty quiet with T gone and The Pro running around all day. In fact, with my good mood bubbling all around, it felt a little too quiet. Around 11, I went down to see what the staff lunch was and I wasn’t impressed. So, the chef made me none other than a chef salad with poppyseed dressing. It was good but it was also a salad which I am not in the mood for at all. I think I may start asking for soup or sandwiches.

When I took my plate back downstairs, there was some fresh out of the oven garlic bread on the staff lunch so I grabbed a piece. It really rounded out my lunch and it left me feeling much more satisfied.

I kept busy most of the afternoon in the quiet and had a snack around 3:30 of greek yogurt with honey. I left work a bit early in order to take a print project out to Kinko’s and then headed to therapy. While in the therapy waiting room, I had a Jocolat chocolate larabar.

Therapy was intense again. I went in determined to talk about a couple of revelations I have had over the past few days about my issues with my dad. First, I have always had a feeling that something was missing, a void that I have tried to fill with food for a really long time. I realized after a long talk with my friend Sarah that was I was missing was a loving healthy relationship with my dad. My little sister has a great relationship with my dad because she is so much younger and never really endured the same things as my brothers and I. I envy that relationship, a realtionship that is full of love and admiration. Isn’t it amazing that two people can view one person so differently?

We talked about many other things but at the moment, I am struggling to find the words to express all of it. I guess I need to stew on them for a few days because I’m not exactly sure how I feel about all of the things that came up. I feel good about it because I was once again able to cry and let my feelings out but I am still processing some of it.  Some of the things that are coming up are shocking to me and I am surpirsed at some of the words I hear myself saying. I assure you, dear readers, once it is processed in my mind, I will let it out here.

Once home from therapy, I heated some snobby joes from the freezer and served it inside a wheat wrap with mozzarella and mustard.

On the side, we had a big bowl of grapes. I ended up eating mainly the grapes because the larabar was more filling that I thought.

After dinner, I caught up on blogland and downloaded a few audio yoga classes. By then, I was really tired and called it a night.

QOTD: What do you do when you have feelings that you don’t know how to express?