sitting at home in rosemont- lots of things on the mind but I am able to not be stressed for the most part right now.

Things I have to do-
finalize moving date with movers,
call wall building companies for quotes and try to schedule the building for the 30th,
cancel Time Warner Cable,
pay time warner cable,
notify conEd that we are moving out,
pay conEd,
tell christine to turn in 2 sets of keys to Big Apple Management-which were had to do like 2 weeks ago so we will probably not get our security deposit back (a LOT of $$$),
make sure mary has her stuff out of our apartment SOON
make time every day to make sure I feel my body and don't ignore my needs. so I don't sit up at night overeating like I currently am.

Actually, i am NOT overeating right now, because I came down to get chips because I was hungry and can't sleep hungry. I brought the end of a jar of peanut butter up to BED with me to eat while I read because I was hungry. But I truly truly was hungry still after. So here I am.
I am going to send Christine a message now.

But I realized, I brought my food to bed. I am sleeping with my peanut butter. What an awesome relationship.

But in the end, I at least trully do love myself in a growing way. A way that comes with practice and time and age. I am NOT overeating right now. I have eaten a hell whole lot today, but it is not one of those painful, pathetic, pacifying binges. Now that I am not hungry, I better go to bed. Its a small window