My teenage daughter left yesterday to go back to her dad's house. For reasons that are honestly irrelevant to this post, that remains the better option for her.
Doesn't mean it doesn't suck hairy, sweaty donkey balls to have to let her go.
Doesn't mean I don't beat myself up for being, illogically, a failure as a parent for being unable to provide the same option here. There are just things outside of my realm of control, and when I'm not emotional, I get it.
Doesn't mean I don't struggle between emotionally eating the ever-loving crap out of my kitchen. Or alternately, not eating anything because I just don't feel like anything.
It takes a concerted effort to make the better choice, but I'm trying this time. I had soup, instead of a giant bowl of ravioli last night when we got home. I'll have an omlet this morning, instead of making a giant pan of cinnamon rolls. I'll get my water intake in for the day and do some gardening instead of burying myself in sleep.
I can do this.