forgetting to eat dinner.
tonight i forgot to eat dinner. i’ve been doing this for the past month or so – also forgetting breakfast and lunch, hence my actually liking my ass in my new jeans – but i don’t advocate that as a way to make friends with your ass.
anyhow, when i moved out of my parents’ house at 18 for college (excepting one or two summers back with them) and every few weeks my dad would miss me too much for words.
so, every few weeks for the past 10 years he called me to make sure i had remembered to eat dinner. which seemed ridiculous to me as i hadn’t starved to death yet and my body has an internal mechanism called “growly tummy” which does the same thing.
but since he died, i’ve not done well remembering to eat.
it’s either because i miss him, or i’m still really sad.