Thursday, April 30, 2009
Day by day
I wanted to say thanks to all of you for your comments about my last post. Your words meant a lot to me.
I just had my second therapy session with Dr. Isla. I now know that I made the right decision by picking up. She is very good and what I need in an eating disorder specialist. She is worth every penny and headache that is Charlotte traffic.
Before therapy, my husband and I met for lunch at a Chinese restaurant. We talked about his mother, our marriage, our son and stuff in between. He told that I looked really good today in my red shirt and jeans. "I really like those jeans. They confirm that you have your cute little butt back." It was good to hear that. Lunch was great. I had broccoli and chicken. He had sushi. It was just nice to be able to talk. He told me that he already knew about his mother having cancer but hearing from her didn't make it easy. Overall, he says he is handling it well. He knows her is mind is made up about not having any treatment and he accepts this. His job, he said, is to make her life easier and to keep those (my father-in-law and some other relatives) who don't agree with her decision quiet. He told me that he was glad that I was getting healthier and able to handle things better because in the months and years to come--he would really need me. And I told him I would be there.
After therapy, I stop at the consignment shop where my husband had brought me a dress and shoes for our anniversary. I was curious to see what the store had. The store is awesome. I'm a lucky girl that my hubby has good taste because the store has tons of bags, shoes and dresses at great prices. I talk with the owner, who remembered my husband. She said he had come to the store a lot to look at different things. He always said he would buy something once his wife got healthy. She told me that the day he brought my dress--he was so happy. He told her that his wife was on the road to recovery. She asked me had I been sick. I told her about my ED. She said he really loves you because he was so determined to buy the right dress. At times, my hubby can be difficult but I know he loves me and just wants me to recover.
1. Dr. Isla--I feel very at ease with her.
2. The designer of my boot cut Gap jeans--They give me a nice figure.
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