The answer. I thought I had an answer to the question of “feeling fat” but it turns out I only had some disjointed thoughts that didn’t sound all that sensible once written down but I may try later.
Instead I’ll bore on about stress management.
Yesterday went quite well as far as stress relief and food went.
- I walked and sorted out a few little niggling things.
- I bought enough food for two days – food that I can look forward to and that requires some preparation.
- I talked to the absent husband.
- I let myself get hungry then enjoyed feeding my body rather than my feelings.
- I did have a glass of wine but it was to go with dinner rather than to “relax”.
- I made some decisions.
- I snipped off a couple of dead branches in the garden.
Oh I hate reports of the “What I Did” variety – so here’s the incomplete thought about “feeling fat”. I can’t trust what I see in the mirror, how my clothes fit, what the measuring tape says, the number on the scale. When I’m determined to “feel fat”, the only thing I can do is ask myself which direction my behaviour with food is leading me.
Am I heading toward my goal of health and sanity or am I heading away from it?
Rather than putting any faith at all in “feelings” about these things, I am only going to assess how I’m acting.
- Am I more sane or less sane than I was yesterday?
- Am I more full or less full than I was yesterday?
- Have I moved more or less than I did yesterday?
And there can only be one of two responses: I can keep doing what I’m doing because it’s positive or I can change what I’m doing because it’s negative.
I don’t get to beat myself up or wallow in temporary satisfaction. I bang on about hating when other people attach being “good” and “bad” to talking about eating but I realise that I do it in my head all the time.
Little steps on a long journey.
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