Oh
Jane,

Virtual hugs to deal with the frustration with the contractor! I would say that contractors should be made to live in an unfinished house with a cranky woman waiting for it to get fixed, but in their lingo, that's just called living at home with your wife!
Frustration, illness and stress all capsize our efforts to focus on what we want to achieve. And once it is resolved, something else steps in to take it's place and keep me in a stressful state. Grrrr!
For me, I have finally learned that when I make a conscious effort to appreciate the joyful moments of my day, it becomes a habit, and the stressful stuff, while it's still there and it still affects me, it isn't the state my brain wants to remain in any longer. Because stress isn't just the moment of a difficult occurrence, it's a state of being that our brains remain in with almost no effort. And for me, that always leads to eating off plan. But looking for the good stuff in my day, like emotionally connecting with all of you, playing with my dog, enjoying the sunshine and not-so-hot temperatures outside (like I am today), smelling the freshly-cut grass (after the gardeners leave), hearing a good joke and laughing till I snort, getting a really good night's sleep, it all helps my brain trigger positive dopamine responses. And then I don't feel like self-medicating in the kitchen.
Betsy, I used to talk to myself all the time, but then someone invented the Internet forum.

Betsy

Woohoo! I knew you could do it!
Mt. Rainier really is beautiful. I felt happy as I read about how much you enjoyed it. I flew past it a couple times, coming in and out of Seattle a few weeks ago. Gorgeous! I'm really hoping my son gets a job in Seattle and moves there in the next year so I can fly up more often. I've not actually been to Mt. Rainier, just flew or drove past it. Might be fun to do a little hiking up there.
On the new-found energy, I have scared myself so much with it that it has been an issue for me. I'd get so scared that I would go back to overeating just so I wouldn't have to deal with it. I have had HUGE expectations of myself, and I am guilty of using my weight to manage my ambitions.
When I first dipped below 300 lbs., I had gone on a big trip. I went to Scotland and England with my best friend for nearly two weeks, then once I returned, I went to the Santa Barbara Writers' Conference for a week. I was so full of myself! Full of ambition and energy! It was my first time at the conference and I met all sorts of new people, made new friends and professional connections, gave out business cards and picked up new clients. One man from Washington D.C. had drinks with me on the last night and was cozying up to me until I let it out that I was 51 years old (he was in his 30s!). I scooted back to my hotel room by myself pretty quick because I was NOT prepared to participate in a last-night-of-the-conference hook-up. And I scared myself, spent too much time wondering if a fat woman had any right to being smart, entertaining, accomplished and successful. I never followed up on my leads and lost touch with people who came looking for me. And STOPPED WRITING! And started eating till I regained nearly 20 lbs. and started feeling sluggish again.
Ya know, I am all those positive things, whether I am over or well under 300 lbs. So, I'm also really unsure of myself because I have weighed over 300 lbs. for over 20 years, and over 200 lbs. for nearly all my adult life. The years I should have been focused on expanding my life experience, really growing and maturing into a confident adult woman and the real me, learning to self-regulate my behavior, oh gosh...I'm going get really mad in a moment and start crying! What a monumental waste of my prime years! This is my biggest regret, that I listened to and believed all the wrong people! People who needed me to be fat, slow and unambitious. And that's why I ate so inappropriately all those years, to shove down the real me.
And here I am on the other side of all that history, just uncovering my real potential and I'm still scared of it, because I don't know where to go with it from here, at 52. When I don't see the plan ahead of me, the plan I want to pursue, I feel stuck and it's very frustrating. And then I want hot dogs. Lots of them!
Oh dear, I do go on... I think I need to call my therapist for a chat.
