It is one thing to say that I have learned valuable lessons on this journey. It is another thing entirely to ensure those lessons are put in practice every single day. I know that what I eat and how I react to situations is up to me and I cannot lay the blame on my actions on anyone else. But if I were allowed to I would put it all squarely at the feet of DH.
It all started on Friday night when the DH in question came home completely and absolutely legless. Initially it always makes me laugh when he tries to carry on a conversation because he does so try to sound sober. Fails miserably every time. But then the humour goes downhill. Normally because after making lots of noise getting himself someting to eat, waking up sleeping children, he usually ends up being sick. Everywhere except the bathroom. Yuck. Then has the audacity not to remember a thing the next day. Especially the bit where he has lost his wallet. Again. Getting legless when you are childless at least means you get to sleep in the next day. But the two automatic alarms were up Saturday morning at 6.00am sharp and 'the headached one' could not rise to the occasion. This puts a lot of pressure on me. This is on top of some other varied things at the moment. One being money.
We are not poor but we live pretty close to the bone. Part of that is because when we moved to Sydney DH was in an extremely good high-paying job and we entered into property rental agreements and vehicle lease agreements at the high end of the scale. Then he was without a job just as we found out we were going to have DS1. For 8 months. This eroded every bit of savings we had. DH did get another job and things looked like they were getting back on track. We were pregnant with DS2 and the job went away again. This time we bounced back quicker, but we have never recovered financially. We are working on it but as
Cat has mentioned in her posts when you work on contract you always get paid after the fact, and when starting a new contract this can mean 4 - 6 weeks with no money coming in. That makes it tough. So we are in a slightly better place now which just means we can pay our bills, buy little things here and there, and don't really have to worry when buying groceries that the cards will bounce, but we have little savings. This is what has me worried.
The trip to Adelaide was fantastic and I will be going back but it makes me so mad that money even has to be a consideration. Why can't I just have enough to go whenever I want and take all the boys with me. I have to plan the next visit and I really don't think we can all afford to go. If DH doesn't work - he doesn't get paid so a week day visit for him is really out of the question at the moment and if he can't come, I can't take the boys as it is too much for me to fly with them myself. It just makes me want to cry. I should cry. Then maybe I wouldn't eat so much :/
This weekends mindless eating fest has consisted of (and perhaps more) A bag of licorice bullets, apple licorice, mango licorice, licorice twists (damn showbag DH bought in Adelaide!) 3 bags of Dutch licorice, egg-bacon-mushroom-tomoto wrap, pizza, hot chips, chocolate, milo, cheese & spinach croissant, .. that's really it actually. It feels like so much more. I feel sluggish. Bloated. Disappointed. And cranky at myself that during each and every mouthful I was fully cognisant of what I was doing - yet did it anyway. That is not the way that saying is supposed to work.
So what do I do about it? I go to bed early tonight (ie before 2.00am). I have a bath before bed. I appreciate that it is done and I can't undo the actual events, but I can put into place a plan of action to reverse any consequences of my actions. Last weeks gym efforts were dismal (other than the swim) so I will go every day and love every minute. And I will eat well. I will get my weekly work groceries on the way in on Monday morning and I will only eat what I purchased then. No food-court food. If I do that I will be in a better place because I have respected myself. It doesn't solve my other worries but if I don't have to worry about my food then I will be able to devote time to solving the other problems. In fact, that's it. I didn't want to worry about the other stuff, so I have been eating like an idiot so I wouldn't have to. I was giving myself something else to worry about. Talk about a lightbulb moment. Should have blogged about this Saturday morning. Maybe it would not have got so out of control.
I think because I have been a little stressed is why I took the comment from the work colleague so much to heart. I do think he meant it as a compliment. I do think he was being sincere. I do think that he is naturally an idiot anyway. So I am over it. But I owe a lot of gratitude to everyone who pointed out to me the very special way men think sometimes (no offence to my huge legion of adoring male fans ;) )
Righto M - get to it.