Five Pounds Gone.
Chaos ensued, as you can probably imagine. And in the next three days, we had constant fake laughing, condescending, heartbroken fights, full of hurt and a terrible horrible terror at the very slightest of hints that Clara could possibly be coming back. But she isn't.
Thing is, the happiness crowding my chest right now is leaving no room for that kind of self-obsessed hatred.
I think I lost the weight because I was so busy every day with the play.. there's barely any time for eating in such an intensive musical as Les Mis! But I'm just going to gain it right back.
My life is just coming together into a cohesive joy right now! I am so happy.
And as much as I pretty obviously love breaking things up into their respective units and categorizing them, I absolutely cannot do that today. I am looking at my life from the perspective of an observer.. and Damn, it's looking pretty good to me. If I weren't me, I'd probably still want my life. Which is something I'm not quite used to.
Gosh, I'm happy.
Anyway,
"This is the first day of my life, I'm glad I didn't die before I met you. "
