Living in the Land of Virtual Reality ~ Rusted Root

Found an awesome site for analyzing recipes- Calorie Count. It's got a bunch of other tools, as well, but I didn't sign up, just used the analyzer. This is by far the easiest one to use I have ever tried. And for me, with the way I modify recipes, it is an invaluable tool.

Took a week, but back on track. Trying not to be too critical of myself. Why did it happen? How did it happen? I don't know. But I couldn't stop eating. Or, no, of course I COULD have, but I just didn't care for some reason. I truly don't get it- eating doesn't bring any great pleasure to me, being careful with my eating doesn't cause me distress.

Well... Ben, I know where you are today. I was going to be there, too. I don't know what I would have done. A note on your car, a silent walk past you, maybe just hang out on a blanket and read a book near your tent, maybe hide on the trails and watch you from behind a tree...? If you saw me, how would you react? Ignore me? Ask me to leave? Sweep me into your arms?

I left chalk messages on the pavement. I. Will. NEVER. Let. You. Fall. One word at a time along the trail. Words. Images. An angel with a face more forlorn than I intended. Did the rain wash them away? Will you know they were meant for you? Will you know it was me?

I was going to be there. Had every intention. But Scott called and my reality with him is ever so much better than our fantasy life ever was. I didn't even deliberate. Maybe I was even grateful for an excuse to change my plans.

An imperfect reality trumps a virtual perfection.

I think I earned my salt today.