I had a good night’s sleep. I had a good day. No boss, no coworker, so. Tomorrow, I have some more crushing impossible, time slipping bullshit situations that are inducing freak-outs that I am pushing away from for the very simple reason.
I did actually do another load of laundry and put it away. I didn’t get myself overly het up about doing more since I know it’ll happen if I just keep doing one a day and building the habit.
I did actually only spend .95 cents today. I used my gift card and got an eh sandwich and an eh gluten-free muffin I tossed most of and that was 10.95. Kind of amazing when you think about it how much you spend willy-nilly when you’re not watching your money. How excessive that is. I, however, should have bought something else to drink, because we ended up not having any bottled water at work and I tried to drink out of the water fountain but it tasted nasty as fuck. Whatever that is. It just tastes like…no. So I sipped my coffee and considered drinking some Diet Doctor Pepper and it was really only a matter of being thirsty that it even occurred to me as a possible choice. I gave up soda over a year ago (soda pop? pop?) after what I felt then was going to be some impossible losing battle with the beast that is Diet Dr. Pepper. I’d written solemn paeans about the overwhelming power that brown fluid holds. I was pretty sure I was going to die surrounded by cans and bottles. But all of a sudden, one day, I read some tweets by Alton Brown about how bad it was and it stopped being something I could justify in my head. And now I’ve definitely cut down on my lemonade drinking which had become my alternative of choice just because I can’t take the sweetness. So. That’s good.
I did print out my materials and will be putting together my organizational notebook. I’m not going to let it overwhelm me so it’s just a few things at a time.
Right now, I’m just doing my best to put away what I’m taking out and not leaving it set behind me. I’m doing my best to sort of shift my desire for distraction into cleaning and organizing or writing and daydreaming and away from food and self-destructive activities. Like…binge-ing on whole bags of caramel microwave popcorn because that activity sort of takes up your whole psyche. I was over at my mom’s. Everyone had gone to bed and it was so quiet that all my anxieties and fears and frustrations had space to surface and I had to stop them. When she woke up the next day, she just seemed so sad I’d done that. She just said, Oh…you really shouldn’t do that. Cue a really unfortunate guilty feeling and a cycle continued.
So I’m trying to deal with it. Will try and remember that for the therapist next week.
Bless you all for reading any of this. I hope you understand it helps.