KABOOM!
The ominous sound you heard Thursday afternoon was me falling off the wagon. I almost got back on yesterday but couldn't quite get hold. Last evening, for the first time on this two year journey, I thought perhaps I should give up. I knew I wouldn't but the fact I even thought about it scared me.
I think I know what happened (after a day and a half of thinking about it). I'd been doing pretty well and feeling fairly well. I was doing a lot of yard work but in measured stretches. With RA, it is important not to overdo but to keep things on an even keel (know this will resonate with you, wsw). On Thursday morning, I had done as much yard work as I had planned. But then I saw DH out there
on a ladder on a slope on one side of the house. This guy is on so many blood thinners, etc. and doesn't get that awhat might be called a normal fall for someone else could have him dead of internal bleeding before the ambulance could get him to the hospital (I'm quoting an RN friend of mine there).
Anyway, I took over (I can be prone to that). After being about in tears when he was determined not to stop. Told him my way was better - it was. But went at that shrub like someone cutting through jungle. Worked out a lot of emotions and was still feeling ok. But it was too much. I was fine during the first half of the picnic - picking out nice healthy food, etc. But wasn't quite up to socializing a lot. Not too long before we wee to leave, the food called me and
SIGH 
I responded.
Was still very drained yesterday but gradually pulled it together and had a semi-productive day. But very tired again last night and gave in wholeheartedly and thought of giving up the ghost and food medicating for life (shorter though it would be). And I thought then of the court and felt I must call out for vibes too. I'm struggling uphill this morning, trying to catch up with the wagon.
I'm thinking too of my sister, two years younger. She's still eating and drinking as she pleases while doctors are unable (after seveal years of various tests) to determine why she has little spells, sometimes passes out and falls, has coughing spells that wipe her out, can no longer drive, can barely walk even after her two knee replacements. Those of us who know and love her know what much of it is, console her and act as her codependents. I understand all the reasons she's not able to stop, etc. I DO NOT want to BE her. One doctor I know of did several years ago point out how much her weight was a factor. Probably more have. She has in the long ago past done a lot of yoyo dieting (a familial pattern). And told me many years ago she doesn't plan to live long (as I do).
So, as I said, struggling. Not angry or being upset with me - just trying to see how I got into this trap again and looking around for the quickest way out. I like me better as I was a few days ago and want to again be where I was then. Today's the day...............................