Heh guys, wanted to catch up and say thanks jolly, for that sweet post. It gave me a boost. I was reading it on my phone in the subway between stops, downloading it page by page before the reception would die, and, like I said, it made me smile, especially the part about you being able to eat "doing just about anything." It gave me a lift and it gave me somehow the courage to really look at what I was doing, like you said, am I keeping a journal? am I counting calories? NO to both of them. Amounts? No. It's just me being a pouty brat, wanting to do what I've been doing and lose weight I guess. But even so, you're right about trying to pinpoint times when I eat from boredom. Those are NOT times I enjoy. They're times I'm feeling irritated, lousy, depressed, pissed off, discouraged, all those not-so-rosy feelings. THEY are the times my hand-to-mouth motor skills go onto auto pilot (and I'm not sucking my thumb). Am I enjoying those times? Could I get rid of them and maybe, be, well, happier? Yes! I, luckily, don't do mindless eating. Really. It's emotional stuff with me, it's that brat again, contrary, hurt, not being able to do what she wants, so she'll do something she shouldn't be doing, whether she really wants to or not. Like just now, I get home, had a great ride, but am pissed at my work, my life and kind of scared too about thinking there is no work I want to do, that I'm doomed to just do things because they pay the bills. I mean, heck, I may as well go sell my body. Somebody would pay for it and I might have as much, or more, fun. But no, I feel work will never be fun anymore, and so I eat, instead of doing something to make my life a little better, even something like cleaning my room so I don't have to live in a pigsty. But no, I start eating and eating and even though I'm feeling ill and not really even wanting to eat I do it. Ok, this is going to stop (I did not eat sugar though!)
You know, walking through the barn today, hay on the ground in the aisle fallen from the feed wagon, the sound of horses munching their lunch, it was so heavenly. . .I told a friend that that is my paradise and I better get rich soon so I can have a few horses of my own, not have to do the dirty work but just ride them and have other people feed them and muck out their stalls. So, kind of like now, but times three and with the time to ride all three every day and . . .and . . . well, I can dream, can't I?!
You're right jolly, I used to enjoy working out and I could still enjoy it. I have to find ways of getting in touch with myself again, even if it means micromanaging my time again. I do it for riding. I think recently I've just felt there was no hope. What with the possibilities at the paper turned to zero more or less. Latest slap in the face: I've been begging for a racing column for over a year, their excuse was they didn't have money, then just the other day a new columnist comes in to the office to work on his column. Buddies doing favors for each other. They could at least tell me the truth. No, I'm too nice to them is the problem. I want so much to just be able to dump that place, be able to laugh at the people who now laugh at me, and buy a night or two out for all those who don't. . .
Well jolly, I think with your friend and you it may just be a matter of basic incompatibility. You're say you're emotional. Nothing wrong with that. She's full of logic. Nothing wrong with that. But your styles probably just clashed, like you said, maybe one time too many. I tend to think (from experience) that friendships like that tend to just become rather shallow after a while. Still, you can be there for each other in an emergency or some time of need. Sometimes, it's the people who AREN'T like you that can handle the crises best. Other times though, not. In any case, I'm sorry this went this way but there are surely new friends out there, people you maybe can even share more of yourself with, more of a belly laugh, more of a angry rant, and not be afraid they'll walk off in a huff of silence.
derry -- great going on the treadmill and staying on plan! You're really doing well. I, though, in the dumps right now, am taking note of your efforts and am inspired by them, inwardly for now. Yeah, it's a strange illness with me. My voice is badly affected, though it's better than yesterday. The rest of me doesn't feel so bad really. Just kind of a painful chest and I get a coughing tickle and can't stop coughing at times and sometimes I feel feverish, other times kind of lightheaded or chilled. I took a nap this afternoon and that was nice.
You know, I was thinking about our Lenten challenges and what you were saying about your staying away from chocolate to have been kind of an eye-opener for you as far as knowing what you can do. I was thinking about that some today and thinking I want to take the next step, show myself something I think I can't do, show myself I CAN do it. I think I may do the only fruits, vegetables, whole grains and beans eating, even if it's just for a day or a week, take it to a month. I'd be sure to lose on that and I bet I wouldn't have to count calories to do it either. Hmm. . . thinking about it.
Actually, there are very few sugar-free products over here, in fact, I don't know of any except soda and I have never touched the stuff, weird, from the time I was a kid I didn't like it. I think it was the fizz, felt like it was burning my tongue. Anyhow, yeah, the only sugarless thing here is gum. It would be nice I suppose to have some for those real rough times when I tend to eat too much of something I can have when I really just want some sugar. I have been eating this fruit juice sweetened all-fruit preserves in yogut in those times or chewing a bit of sugarless gum, or today I had fresh pineapple, which is just so sweet to me now. . .
I'll get through this slump too. A lot of it has to do with work, what was, what isn't and the two deaths of animals that were close to me over just a month. Like today, it was beautiful and so warm and as I turned into my street, enjoying the sun on my face, glad to have had a good ride, I thought of how Tiger would have likely been out there at the front gate to greet me loving that sun too and I just started crying. And then later tonight I was in the foodstore and I thought I'd get some of that fish stuff that Tiger likes so much and then I remembered. . . yeah, he's not there anymore. So, I guess I maybe shouldn't be so hard on myself or think I'm going to blow up. I mean, heck, I'm not even eating sugar, just feeling pretty down.
Anyhow, thanks all, for your warm support.