As I mentioned, I've been sick all week. The kind of sick where you crawl into bed as early as possible, and pray you can sleep all night. While I was able to get quite a bit of sleep, each night brought night sweats like I've never experienced before. My bed has never been changed as much as it has this week. I haven't been hungry, and I have consumed mostly liquids for the last several days. The benefit is ten pounds lost. Now I know its water weight, and I'm sure it will come back on the moment I eat a cracker, but I have enjoyed the extra room in my clothes.
I'm also glad to have the pressure of the race behind me. I haven't cried yet over the failure to finish, but I'm sure that will all come out at some point. This past weekend, we stocked up on a bunch of things from a well know "Bulk" store. Since, we didn't purchase any produce or other healthy food choices, I volunteered to go to the grocery store after dropping everyone else off at home. It was nice to get out for some fresh air, and to walk slowly through the store. Who am I kidding, I'm only able to walk slowly, the fatigue it awful.
I bought a pre-cooked chicken - it smelled so good - and brought it home for dinner, only to discover that everyone ate dinner without me. No phone call, no text, no notice. When I expressed my shock and displeasure, no one said anything, and they just went upstairs. No apology, no offer to sit with me while I ate, nothing. That's when the pity party began. My passive aggressiveness kicked in and I refused to go upstairs. Instead, I did laundry, cleaned out the cupboards of old expired food, and drank water, lots of water. Then I went to bed. Today I don't feel any better.
As sad and lonely as I felt, it was a good reminder that I had done the same thing to God. All my plans, all my intentions, all of it was insufficient, because I failed to spend time with Him. I'm grateful that that tough and personal reminder.
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