Work finally eased up a lot but home just grew to fill it. Had a fair bit of serious resentment and anger going on tonight; more than I've felt in quite a while.
It's still not nearly as bad as it used to be though. I was thinking earlier today over lunch how surprising it was that despite all the events of the weekend and yesterday I hadn't once broken down crying...which happened far more frequently over far less stressful stuff back when I drank. Can't even remember right offhand the last time I -did- have a meltdown though it can't have been that long ago. It isn't that I'm not having feelings it's just that I seem not to need the extreme ends of the bell curve. Nice.
Still not eating as well as I was but I haven't done anything too crazy either. Dessert twice in the same day is about it. I'm keeping aware of the whole food thing but not -worrying- too much about it because this is no time to try anything that even hints, however remotely, at deprivation - screwed up several past sober attempts with too much "getting totally healthy." Right now protecting this baby sobriety (nine months soon! Cruising around the furniture and a handful of garbled words!) is the only health-related self improvement project I need.
Oh and I have become a big fan of the frozen single-serving pies/pie slices - much better than keeping a whole pie around.