Greetings!!
Sug-- you are SO right about weird parental units!
Bravo to any of you who can SEE to pluck chin hairs. (I am NOT interested in waxing... have any of you taken that risk?)
Kiwi-- I don't have to PRACTICE amnesia... it seems to come pretty naturally to me!
Wabbs-- I'm sorry about about the pooch.... I'm not look forward to outliving our cat, either. But boy, they are such good company. (except when they've chewed something important!!)
Here's the rest of my stuff... no response needed...l turns out I heal a bit when I "go public" with my weird ideas about food, body and feelings.
I am very discouraged about the scale staying the same. And, it may be a side effect of the Arimidex I'm taking to avoid recurrence of breast cancer. What if I can't eat enough less or exercise enough more to get ahead of the side effects?
The wins?
1. I've been on plan since Monday. That is longer and better than I've done in several YEARS. I feel really good about that. Proud, even. Which "feels" risky and scary. Apparently there are rules in my head that say I shouldn't feel good, proud OR happy.
2. I can challenge the feelings of criticism of my success.
3. I presided over two teleconferences (on public speaking). There weren't lots of participants, but the ones who attended seemed pleased. (and email me if you want to know more.. hope the moderators let this through.) I hadn't dealt with the technology before, nor had I presented this particular material. There were some pretty savvy people who said they got "good takeaways."
4. I used the stationery bicycle again... for longer... and so far, I'm NOT STIFF OR SORE. Much better than the diabolicfal elliptical try out!
5. DH, bless his heart, got the munchies (no, no pot, just the residual word we use for wanting to eat even though we had a big enough dinner...)... and asked my permission to have some peanut M&M's. I was (sort of) mature and said that was his choice and up to him. I mean who am I to regulate HIS food... diabetic or not. So he ate some... and I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO COME UNGLUED. But I didn't tell him to stop crunching or leave the room or anything else like that. I FELT SO ANGRY. And I was starting to cry. (Whassup with THAT?!) So I did a drawing. Flames of anger in my chest, and a tear running down my face... and the m&ms, too. DH asked me what I was drawing... and I was (by then) calm enough to tell him. And "confessing" my feelings (and him listening with way more understanding than I could have asked for) helped me feel much better. Plus he switched the whole thing around by asking me, "So you do something you could be proud of by not having m&m's too, and by be tolerant and get MAD at yourself? feel CRAPPY? What a different way to look at it!! And once again, I realized that a lot of craziness about food is actually shame about emotions evoked by things other than MY eating habits.
6. My tx pointed out that if food really IS a reliable comfort to me (and THAT's the truth!!)

that it was paradoxical to restrict eating to two meals/day (plus a big late night binge). It is scary to PLAN to eat that many times a day (becuase it's never been about hunger). But I've been having at least 3 "eating times" and a snack since Monday. Using the food plan from the American Diabetic Association that was recommended to me by a nutritionist a while back.
It's tolerable. That's a win.
(Apologies for the weird spelling, typos, in my last posting.)
