....but I think it's only fair that I should document my struggles as much as anything else! What a difference this is from the initial gusto I set out on... it just goes to show you can start something with the best intentions and then all of a sudden start sabotaging yourself and your hard work. Perhaps it's a good idea writing this down in order to see where this destructive behaviour comes from.
Probably a bit T.M.I (too much information) for my male readers, but for the past 10 days I have been suffering from extreme P.M.S (pre-menstrual syndrome) and I have never had it this bad before. It is somewhat surprising, as before it started I thought I was eating quite healthily and religiously drinking good quality supplements. Alas, it is not enough so it appears! I've been feeling like an evil, agressive, over-tired witch! On Friday I was thinking about something my boss said to me the previous week and got myself so angry that I started to look for other jobs online! Funnily enough it didn't bother me that much when he actually said it to me at the time. Sigh. As a result of this emotional turmoil I embarked on a week of indulgent bingeing. Not just tasty things, anything I could get my hands on. Comfort eating at it's best! I'm still in the process of tailing it off but there is nothing I'd rather do now than eat for pleasure as I'm feeling so damn tired, stressed and depressed at the moment. I know I could do with a holiday, when I'll get one is another story. I could run away to the Tara Mountain for a couple of weeks, I know it would refresh my body and soul. For the moment, just looking at pictures and visualising myself there provides some sort of small relief.
I also have projects outside of the weight-loss that I need to focus on, such as my husband's visa application form and job search. Perhaps the thought of this weighs down on me more than what it would if I were actually doing it now, but I have to wait for the weekend when I have the time. At the moment it's really stressing me out and frightening me, so much so that I just want to dive for cover under my duvet and stay asleep until it all sorts itself out. I am wiped out and drained. Batteries used. I'm a bumbling mess and my words are slurring. I moan around the flat like a restless emo teenager. I don't want to do anything anymore. I relinquish! Now pass me that coffee, cake, prosciutto and everything inbetween.
Probably a bit T.M.I (too much information) for my male readers, but for the past 10 days I have been suffering from extreme P.M.S (pre-menstrual syndrome) and I have never had it this bad before. It is somewhat surprising, as before it started I thought I was eating quite healthily and religiously drinking good quality supplements. Alas, it is not enough so it appears! I've been feeling like an evil, agressive, over-tired witch! On Friday I was thinking about something my boss said to me the previous week and got myself so angry that I started to look for other jobs online! Funnily enough it didn't bother me that much when he actually said it to me at the time. Sigh. As a result of this emotional turmoil I embarked on a week of indulgent bingeing. Not just tasty things, anything I could get my hands on. Comfort eating at it's best! I'm still in the process of tailing it off but there is nothing I'd rather do now than eat for pleasure as I'm feeling so damn tired, stressed and depressed at the moment. I know I could do with a holiday, when I'll get one is another story. I could run away to the Tara Mountain for a couple of weeks, I know it would refresh my body and soul. For the moment, just looking at pictures and visualising myself there provides some sort of small relief.
I also have projects outside of the weight-loss that I need to focus on, such as my husband's visa application form and job search. Perhaps the thought of this weighs down on me more than what it would if I were actually doing it now, but I have to wait for the weekend when I have the time. At the moment it's really stressing me out and frightening me, so much so that I just want to dive for cover under my duvet and stay asleep until it all sorts itself out. I am wiped out and drained. Batteries used. I'm a bumbling mess and my words are slurring. I moan around the flat like a restless emo teenager. I don't want to do anything anymore. I relinquish! Now pass me that coffee, cake, prosciutto and everything inbetween.
