Feel like I'm definitely on the cusp of change, and it's difficult. Waaaah!!! :cry:I know it's what I need to do, but the mental battles are quite tiring.
I am so used to dealing with confrontation/anger/resentment or even potential confrontation/anger/resentment by withdrawing and using food/alcohol. It's really tough this time not to go back. When I did LLT I was completely "in the zone". I think I was finally so depressed about the state of my body that it was almost a no-brainer to keep going 100%. This time, it's really tough.
Hubby and I had another disagreement this morning - basically about the whole lie-in issue. He says he can't promise me a lie in because it depends how he feels on the day. I understand, but I don't like it. At all. It's not the same going to bed knowing you MIGHT have to get up - rather than knowing you definitely DON'T have to get up - but he doesn't see the difference.
Anyway - left the house feeling very sorry for myself. I can see the solution is for me to start going to bed even earlier every night - probably around 9pm - but I have real resentment about that. Even before the MS, my hubby used to wake at 5:30am and didn't understand that was difficult for me. Seems like when it comes to sleep I always have to do what suits him and I deeply resent it
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. Feel like I'm never going to have an evening - getting home from work about 7pm, putting the girls to bed etc - get to sit down around 8pm unless cooking dinner...
Maybe I have unrealistic expectations, given our situation. But it does feel like I'm always the one to do the accomodating.
In spite of all that, I'm proud of myself though. I'm going to a hotel tonight to sleep - and the devil on my shoulder (and a couple of my friends!!!) suggested I get some wine (!) and some carbs (!) - just because I could. I was even having a battle with myself on the way to work this morning because I had to stop for fuel and I know the service station shop sells some snacks I REALLY like.
But I didn't do it! I got my fuel, took some deep breaths, paid, and left.
In the thick of it, it's almost like the anxiety about possibly doing something "naughty" becomes an overwhelming "problem" in its own right - and because I feel so anxious (even though completely self-induced) I feel the need to relieve the tension IMMEDIATELY.
But I don't have to. I breathed. I didn't do it. I'm going to go to the hotel tonight and have my bath bomb bath and my pack and an early night.
Phew this is hard!