We are a solid month into this empty nesting thing and, thus far, I have not missed a day of exercise, have not consumed a grain of sugar, and have not so much as tasted a drop of soda. So, apparently, all the energy that I put into being the best (and, often most over-bearing, over-protective, and smothering) mother that I could possibly be has been channeled into self-torture.
If this doesn't eventually result in my ability to go shopping in my own closet (oh, favorite skinny jeans, it would be awesome to wear you again!) I will be most disappointed. Not to mention extremely annoyed.
I mean, if I'm going to be childless, I would like to do it in style.