Well, here we are on a Tuesday, Dearies.
I can't really talk about the last four days, because I haven't yet figured out just what in the heck happened. Suffice it to say that I went on a food binge of epic, salty proportions that ended up as a sixteen pound weight gain.
(This is where you shake your head in utter disgust and ask me why I think it's OK to self-sabotage when I'm an inch away from getting a new life.)
(Because that's what I did all night long in the big girl sleigh bed.)
(I came up with absolutely nothing, by the way, other than feelings of complete shame, embarrassment, and the humiliation that I can't seem to get rid of this particular demon, despite a life-long attempt to do so.)
Treatment yesterday was brutal and probably more than a little dangerous, but I came home at 112kg...right back on goal.
(And then I did it again and ate and ate and ate until I finally went to bed and had a good long cry, a few seconds of feeling sorry for myself, and then a long night of navel gazing.)
It's not easy to admit that you completely suck at something, or to confess your humanity in front of people that you utterly love and respect and adore, but sometimes exposing your vulnerable big fat underbelly is exactly what you need to do to move on.
I obviously have a problem that runs much deeper than being able to stay on a diet. Just what the heck that problem is, though, is completely beyond me, and as soon as I get over being ashamed about it I might be able to fix it. (The shame comes from feeling like a woman with two Virginia hams under her arms complaining that she has no bread. And I absolutely positively can't stand that feeling.)
Today is a new day. I am focused and back into paying attention mode and will have my egg white thingie in a few minutes and then vegetable soup later tonight. On Thursday, I'll talk to Dr Melfi about all of this and see if we can't have a good long sort out of the freak show in my head. In the meantime, I am just going to concentrate on seeing Dr Goggins (the kidney surgeon) a week from today down in Indy and letting him know I am ready to go.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming!
Today will be quiet, a chance to catch up on newspapers that I haven't read, laundry sploshing, and stitching. It's lovely and sunny outside, but a bit chilly, so I might try to walk a bit for some fresh air if the mood strikes.
I finished the flower last night on the Ehrman Tapestry, and am still just completely tickled by how much this has blown my skirt up!
My sister and I were talking about stitching the other day, and we both commented that colder weather makes us want to stitch canvas things. I never really thought about it before, but it does seem that I kind of hanker for needlepoint more in the winter for some reason.
Does anybody else feel that way?
Pretty Pumpkins are still next to the Happy Chair, so I might decide to play with them a bit later:
The little pouch is from Erin Condren...I think she calls it a planner pack? It has an elastic on the back that attaches to the front of your day planner, but I'm using is as an an accessory pouch for Pumpkins because it's orange:
So that's your Spinster's happy life for the day. A little drama, a little laundry, a little soup, and a whole lot of stitching.
Just how we like it!
Do everything you want to today and nothing you don't and come tell me all about it!