Busy and fun long holiday weekend. It is hot here and between that and PT today I am postponing my 6 mile walk til tomorrow.
Sat I had a hike in the AM, about 4.5miles, and woman came with from women's club, and we met up with some others at the birding cliff. After that I took KDog for about a mile walk around a nearby park/wetland restoration where we saw tons of turtles and a sleeping homeless person. Proggy drove up after and came to a 60th bday party with me. It was pretty fun but my feet/legs/ankles were killing me and I couldn't stand, so I just sat in one place and didn't make the rounds as well as I normally would have. I ate cheese and other junk at the party because they were in front of me and dinner was not until later. I also had snacks before heading over because dinner was going to be later and I was afraid of being hungry. Afraid. Really. Subconsciously. Not because a rumbling tummy is awful. It's because of the fixation and compulsion which kicks in so hard that you cannot pay attention to what is going on around you.
Sun was a 2M walk with Proggy and KDog the woods, a visit to a niche furniture store a small street fest which we left after about an hour. Neither or us had momentum in the evening to make it to a bar with music and/or patio, but it was nice sitting outside, so we grabbed my bluetooth speaker and he grabbed some whisky and we sat in my back yard for a couple of hours listening to music. It was too windy for a firepit but it was very pleasant enjoying the yard - really enjoying and appreciating it, for the first time in ages, without the anxieties in the way. It isn't like the problems have all gone away. I am just compartmentalizing them now and focusing more on things I need to do to heal myself.
Monday I made Proggy a breakfast sandwich then he went on his way before 9:30. I guilted myself into taking Dog to the woods because she was begging for a walk. But I knew it would be the end of any plan for my own 6 mile walk. The heat and humidity were really brutal and she even laid down for a spell on the way back to the car. It is my fault for not getting up at 6 so I could walk her early. But I hadn't slept well and then everything was a downstream effect. I had a roast beef sub with chips and a big cookie after walking KDog. Later I grilled chicken and had that in a bowl of salad greens with a bit of ranch dressing and avocado. Decent way to moderate. And if that was it before bed it would have been fine. But around 9 or 10 Monday evening I binge ate some pad thai and some brie/nuts/choc/cranberries. 600-700 calories. I don't even think I was hungry so much as it has become my ritual to have a full belly to go to sleep. Like it is a comfort thing or something?
Other updates: Last week I finally slept IN my bed a few times, and so Proggy took the guest room this weekend. I want it to be comfortable, and I need to fix some things. Like it needs blackout curtains - the neighbor's security light was stuck on all night as well, and I need to get on a ladder and see if there is a leaf on the sensor or something.
The neighbor finally put an extension on his long gutter but it still does not run quite all the way past my garage. I will give him another week or so and see how it does in thr rain and if I need to I will either buy a flexible extension or sandbag the last bit so it channels out all the way . Hopefully this will fix the water getting into the garage and rusting things out.
Proggy has been either making more micro judgements lately or I am becoming more aware of them. Considering that is a quality I would like to curb in myself I really don't want to fall into those types of conversations so easily. There is plenty else to talk about in this world, things to learn. Something to work on.
Here is a hard reality. I still like to eat. In fact, I am stubborn in my denial that I am sabotaging myself. Why do I in the space of a couple of minutes let all my hard work and exercise of the day go to waste?
The fact is that I cannot exercise my way to weight loss. I can exercise my way to MAINTAIN, at least until my body finally gives out entirely. I have no choice. If I want to reclaim my body, my freedom of movement, my ability to shop for clothing, and my sense of my best self: I.HAVE.GOT.TO.CONFRONT.MY.DISORDERED.EATING.
Seems like a good place to stop.