
Here’s what happened yesterday:
I’m going to try to update this throughout the day.
Things that are stressing me:
- planning a workshop in a vacuum – ie don’t know how many people or what they already know
- need to call the bank – no reason at all that this should be stressful but it is
- need to chase up a hospital appointment that I have already called about twice. I hate being a pest. I hate sounding like I think I should be treated any differently than anyone else – but I also need to plan my next three months.
It took ages to get dressed, help the husband with some i.t. stuff, eat breakfast and face the BLANK PAGE that will be a superb one hour workshop.
10 – hungry – porridge, blueberries, yogourt
10:30 – call bank and cancel gym direct debit. I am now a runner rather than a rower. Better make the most of this weather
10:45 – a little hungry (why?) and a lot stressed – Make a mug of tea, move laptop into sunny kitchen, open French doors and breathe.
11:20 – suck it up and call hospital. She hasn’t had a response to her email. WE ALL KNOW THAT NO ONE RESPONDS TO EMAILS! (I did not yell this – I was very polite and very calm) “Oh yes”, she replies, “You’re the lady who wants to go on holiday.” IF IT WAS A HOLIDAY I’D CHANGE IT! ( I did not yell that either – I said it with a smile in my voice in a vain attempt to elicit sympathy.) I think she’s emailing again with a ! and we all know how ignorable those are. I don’t hold out much hope. I still gushed my thanks for all her help even though I now feel like crying.
SO still stressed. But not eating. The cracker container is still closed. I might have a banana.
11:30 very small banana
12:25 – got tired of waiting for squash to roast – 2 crackers with tiny weeny bit of butter.
12:45 – roast butternut squash
12:55 – not hungry but not full – 2 more crackers
Light Bulb Moment! I’m not craving carbs but FAT. Hence the butter on the crackers or peanut butter. OK so I’m craving fat but I don’t actually want to eat any more fat. What am I going to do?
I’m going to have another mug of tea and get on with my work.
2:00 Have worked a whole hour and not thought about food. Still not hungry but antsy. I would like to have a reason to go out for a walk. Perhaps I will invent a reason.
2:30 Sociable cup of coffee with the husband – now bit wired.
3:30 off to find food for dinner. I’m thinking roast chicken. We’ve got little potatoes and carrots.
Tuesday Morning
So I did go off to buy groceries but stopped by a clothes store first to do some therapeutic trying on. My bottom half can wear skinny. My top half cannot. Oh well.
Got home around 5 and…….fatal error- poured a glass of wine.
The food for the evening was ok but I’m noticing a very important dynamic in my family. When both the husband and I are stressed, no one has the drive and discipline to make sure that we’re eating very well. When we’re both on form, we plan, shop, prepare and clean up with energy and ease. When we’re both stressed, we open a can of corn and call it “vegetable”. We drink more than half a bottle of wine between us and the dishes are often sitting by the sink at bedtime. Instead of him dragging me off for a walk, we both watch the most ridiculous television that we both hate.
Reminder: All of these things are choices. What am I going to choose today?
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