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A while back, I’m talking probably a year or more ago. i wrote about my appetite. How I have a food addiction. Turns out it’s not a food addiction, but there is a medical reason and term for what I am dealing with. Polyphagia (Hyperphagia). Whew, so it’s not just a lack of willpower. I never would’ve known this and would’ve just continued feeling down on myself if it weren’t for one of my diabetes support groups.

Sunday, Ollie bowled team states. They put together their own team. It’s not through the high school, and they won 1st place in their division. So proud of them. 

After the tournament, Ollie, his friend K, Oliver, and his friend all went up north to bowl a king of the hill tournament. It includes both adult bowlers and youth. At one point Ollie and Oliver had to bowl against each other and due to the handicap pins ollien was getting he beat Oliver. Ollie ended up in third place in his division and Oliver came in 2nd in his division. It’s complicated to explain in my words. Oliver would be able to explain it better.

While they were off bowling, Arial messaged me and asked if I wanted to go to the local dive bar. I went with her and hung out till they closed, then we came back to my house and kept drinking for a bit. I’ve become obsessed with these drinks that are iced tea and vodka. They are called surfsides. (They also have peach tea and vodka, lemonade and vodka and half tea half lemonade and vodka.) I only have 1-3 at a time  Arial had 11 that night. It was over a much longer time than I was there but still. 11! We had a blast though and other people we knew at the bar kept saying how I was glowing that night. Honestly, it’s because I wasn’t babysitting Oliver making sure he didn’t get too drunk. I was able to unwind and enjoy myself. Not that I don’t enjoy myself when I’m with Oliver, but it’s a different thing. Anyway after they bowled they came home. K stayed the night on the couch upstairs because they got back after midnight and K can’t drive past 11 because he’s 17 and on driving restriction between 11pm and 6am. Arial went home around 1:30.

That brings us to bowling on monday night.  Arial was sick all day so she didn’t come to the bowling alley last night like planned, but I definitely understood. Our friend PT was rather intoxicated by the end of the night and while Ollie and his best friend Dan (PT’s son) bowled all the adults sat around talking. PT confessed how last week he slept outside our house. Long story short, wife, argument, no where to go. We yelled at him and told him next time he needs to call us and he can crash on the couch. No need to sleep in the truck. He’s dealing with so much in his home life I feel bad.

Now Oliver just took his dad to do his taxes. He’s really sore from bowling and his dad is grumpy so Oliver is miserable.

Ooo Ollie just woke up and I gotta cook him something to eat

Until next time