I have 6 minutes left before my kids are on Christmas break for nearly three weeks. In fact, before I finish this post, one of them will likely be home.
We have plans to make Christmas cookies this weekend. My son who has autism does this every year. He has no idea how hard it will be for me this year.
Because I don't want to pig out.
We have plans to see the autism friendly Nutcracker on the 23rd and then visit my husband's elderly aunt on the 24th. We never travel on the 25th.
By the time the kids go back to school, I will have gone from 6 weeks & 4 days until surgery to 4 weeks.
I guess I am writing this because I want to stay centered. Not because I think I am going to overeat, but because I am afraid that I will overstress. I am afraid that my pool will be jammed with people vacationing in our town. I am afraid that I will really have a hard time.
People will drop by, our house will be in disarray -- and by that, I mean, it will be a horrific mess. I will end up with hot flashes from anxiety and embarrassment.
I have to find something to wear for when we visit my husband's 87 year old aunt. God I hate dressing up. How to hide all of my lumps?
She still has the picture up of me when I hit 150 pounds on my last diet. She points to it often and asks, "Where is that girl?" This lady is in a size 22, herself. I wonder where HER thin person is.
Stress.
I guess I will try to use this time to really examine my eating triggers and see how to find a way to deal with them without food.
How hard can that be?
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