Simply knowing he won't be there anymore leaves me with a deep sense of loneliness - as if the world suddenly grew smaller and I've been shoved onto a small island.
That being said, I also know I'm going to be okay. I've gone through worse and only grew stronger, wiser, and more independent.
It's also made me acutely aware of my emotional eating habits. I've always known I gobble up feelings of loneliness or boredom, but yesterday I was able to notice it immediately. It's that sort of constant shoveling action from bowl to mouth (oh, who are we kidding? straight from the packet to mouth) where you don't even think or feel or taste... you just eat.
Now that I'm more aware of it, perhaps I can pre-empt it.
Although sometimes, just sometimes... you need to simply let go and gobble that brownie.
