I step on the scale like I do every Friday morning. Any more than once a week and I start to second guess myself, as your weight varies from day to day. I'm not trying to lose any weight, just maintain, as I'm happy where I am at. I am finally at a place where I am happy with my body, I am in a healthy relationship and I know that if I gained a few pounds it really wouldn't matter. '3 pounds lighter'. How is that? I know sometimes I forget to eat if I'm busy and I've been preparing for Niall to come home but that usually means a lot more cooking and testing recipes.
When Niall found out about his acid reflux I researched all I could about how to change his diet to help him eat what he loves without any consequence. I grow our own vegetables in a garden in the backyard and I make as much of our food as I can. From breads, pastas, sauces, even cheese, I want to make sure he eats what is best for him. I've even phoned his mom on his last trip and while he was gone I slightly altered the recipes of his favorite childhood dishes so he could still eat them without repercussions.
Many of the days he is gone I spend researching new recipes and perfecting them before he returns. So many of the things he loves to eat causes his acid reflux to flare up. The night he returns home I usually have a new dish to surprise him with. Last time it was his mom's Sunday roast and he was so happy he asked me to make it the next three nights.
I was never one for domestic life, but when my boss fired me for being too distracting to customers after Niall and I got engaged, he told me to hold off on finding something for a while and enjoy my time off. So I embraced it. Taking care of him has become my job and while it doesn't have an actual paycheck, the benefits are beyond compare.
Once I'm out of the shower and dressed in his old Fleetwood mac shirt and leggings I tackle the pile of laundry on the closet floor. He is very peculiar about his clothes, what gets folded, what gets ironed and hung up, and the lot. His closet is precisely organized how he likes it and it took me a few weeks to get the arrangement down. Now it's become second nature and I enjoy the task.
I still have a lot to do before he comes home for a week in between promoting his new album and I still have a lot to do. After the laundry it's completely dusting, moping, and vacuuming the entire house. He used to have a cleaning service come in, but I told him to stop wasting the money if it was something I could easily do for him.
As I'm checking off the last item off my 'day before checklist', I scan the main floor of the house and see if there's anything I missed. I only have a little time tomorrow and I don't want him to arrive before I've completed my tasks. It's the very least I can do for him after all he does for me.
My stomach grumbles and I quickly realize in all of my flurry of activity, I forgot to eat today. I go to the fridge and grab a small bottle of juice along with some grapes and a cup of cottage cheese. After my snack, I toss my trash in the bin, and jot down to empty the trash in the morning on my list.
I climb the stairs and crawl into our bed and I'm asleep before my head hits the pillow.
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'BEEP BEEP BEEP', my alarm rings and I lose track of how many times I hit snooze before accidentally turning it off all together. My phone rings again and I jolt awake, looking at the clock '11:00' It reads. Shit. Niall is calling,
'Hey, baby how's it going?'
'Good, just landed, I should be there in about an hour or so as long as the traffic isn't total shit. I didn't wake you did I? You sound tired.'
'No, no, I've been up, I'm okay. See you soon.' I reply calmly, even though inside I am completely freaking out. I have an hour to do an entire mornings work.
