This is it. The time has come. My safety net is leaving. My suggestion in my last email about getting to bed earlier was well received. He then added keeping up with my exercise time in comparison to my computer game time and I reluctantly agreed. But I asked if we could wait until Mollie headed back to school before implementing it. She and I stay up late and talk and visit and I didn’t want to miss that. Nick, sweetie that he is, understood and said that was fine.
Of course I thought that was for everything. But the other night he sent this,
I'm assuming you have your game/exercise chart up and running.
I thought we were waiting on all that.
He didn’t answer. Then Friday morning’s weigh in – well, lets just say it was pretty.
I emailed him: I really, really didn't want to write down my weight this morning. I really wanted to fudge. But I didn't. I think it's time we throw Mollie out of the house. Yeah, it may not be all her fault, but her being here doesn't help any.
I was trying to point out that it was completely her fault – I mean bringing groceries in my house and having three meals a day and cooking so well and all, of course it’s her fault.
This was Nick’s answer:
Probably a good idea, besides she doesn't want to hear what's about to happen.
Hmmm… I guess I’ll be back.