Wholemeal toast x 2, butter.
Chicken, garlic mayo, wholemeal pitta bread, sundried tomatoes, salad.
‘Salted caramel’ yoghurt.
Pear, ‘Ritz’ crackers.
Pulled pork, jacket potato, mushrooms.
…& the usual PINT of semi-skimmed milk.
If there’s anything I could predict this morning, about what I would putting in this post tonight, it wouldn’t have been any of these things:
- Containing a ‘Crunchie McFlurry’ in my meal-plan…
- Sitting, cross-legged in a double-bed as I type this, the digital time on a microwave glowing in the dark in the corner of the room…
- Basically, having checked into a hotel for 3 nights!
As much as it felt a bummer, when my team advised me to take 72 hours reflective leave from the Unit, early this afternoon… it now feels brilliant. Much-needed. My brain now is now sat by a water fountain, instead of being caught up on the anxiety of fast-paced water rapids.
So as my posts might have indicated, I’m not too sure, over the past couple of weeks, my social anxiety has escalated. Since feeling the raw, sore wounds of my emotions as weight restoration cracks on doing it’s thing, and I’m committing to embracing all types of food in my diet, despite how sh*t and insecure I might feel at times… I’ve become this super-sensitive, shook up little hamster. I feel a bit like my beloved ‘Treacle’ – plopping out of my dog’s mouth after I accidentally left my door open when I’d created a hamster adventure-land constructed with DVD cases…