With just over a week to go until the end of this fast, I feel like I'm losing my mind. Knowing that I cannot have sex or any form of sex is driving me nuts. I find I think about it a lot more these days. And to think I was doing so well the other week.
The phase of feeling super duper close because less time is spent sexing is over. I now feel a bit weird. I'm edgy and irritable and the victim of that emotional mess is my manfriend. Just today I was that weepy, clingy girl who said "stop playing with your guitar and just hang out with me." I could see laid back, cool and sane Zama hovering over me, giving me a side eye.
To be honest, not all this emo mush is because I'm not having sex with a man I want to jump even though he's in my bed. I'm stressed about the move, its that time of the month and a host of other issues. I just wish my cuddles could get naughty and maybe I'd get some release.
This week, we've continued doing Tae Bo together-that way we both get to get some endorphin high together. Its not working brilliantly.
Even as I write this, I sound a bit loony to myself.
On the bright side, I'm still madly in love and still look forward to him stroking my hair until I fall asleep
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