Yesterday we went to visit some friends who are moving out of the country for a minimum of 4 years. So, I went with a heavy heart not wanting to say goodbye. Program has taught me how to not consume myself with thoughts of loss, and instead think on the joy and adventure coming their way.
But, it still sucks to lose a friendship. Especially one that both my husband and I enjoy.
So, there was food and drink from the moment we stepped through the door. Snacks placed around the table where we were sitting playing a game for 3 hours until dinner...
Husband next to me drinking beer-- beer bottles, beer breath...
Ugh. I was prepared. I brought my own diet soda. I had a good lunch. I requested that we eat at my meal time. But, I was still uncomfortable. I didn't want to be in the midst of the food and beer, and I especially didn't want to be there to say good bye.
When it was finally time for dinner, my husband made a comment about how now it was my time to eat. I was irritated by this and replied, "Yeah, it's been your time to eat since the moment we got here." Not exactly loving or forgiving. I did not like him pointing out that I had a specified eating time, or the fact that it had begun. I did not want an "audience" gathering around my food trough for an exhibition. I did not point out each morsel that he had swallowed-- so why did he need to bring attention to me?
Ugh.
To cap it off we ate outside. I really don't like being outside. The bees were attracted to me...only me.
I couldn't feel full no matter how much I ate. The yucky feelings of the day had created a bottomless pit in my stomach. So, after I had eaten more than what I knew to be my food plan amount, I had to mentally tell myself to stop. Just stop. I wasn't going to achieve a full feeling no matter what I did.
Yesterday sucked.
Thankfully, today was a new day.



