Massive Saturday slump but still got some things done

Let’s see. I’m pressed for time again, ack!

I did my complete morning routine and went out to do some more walking for exercise, feet be damned. This time I used the cushioned shoes and my new orthotics. Because it felt like my mental health was more important than resting my feet. Who still hurt but not more than the day before.

I had big plans of getting stuff done but most of my energy was put towards several of those relationship conversations that leave my husband happy with the feeling things are finally cleared up and sent me to the nearest supermarket for junk food. But that was way later in the afternoon.

There was an excellent lunch, by the way:

There was also a very good white wine sauce to go with it but my husband insisted on putting that on later so the picture looks better.

Which reminds me, here is the picture he wanted me to post:

As I said, there was more conversations about what’s wrong with out marriage after lunch. I then waited for my husband to finish his nap so I could start vacuuming and for the boy to eat lunch so I could do the dishes. Until my husband showed up and told me what he had done outdoors and that he needed to take a shower ASAP.

So I went out and bought all the junk food and then put two beers in the fridge.

I’m very proud that I didn’t eat it all right away, instead I did the dishes and did some of my weekly cleaning tasks including vacuuming the annex. I ran out of steam after carrying the vacuum to the old part of the house so I guess that’s something I do today.

I ate a bag of potato chips, a bag of gummy bears and licorice and a whole bar of chocolate with a beer for dinner. Interestingly taking anti-fructose pills does make a difference in how my stomach feels about that kind of food. It’s good to know but I clearly shouldn’t do that too often.

I felt much better after drowning my anger and frustration in carbs and alcohol (unfortunately, binge-eating to self-sooth actually works), decided I couldn’t be bother with anything, sat in front of TV to watch the second half of the episode I had started the day before, knit and drink a second beer and – kept nodding off.

That only ever happens if I drink. And yes, I should just get up and go to bed when that happens but, well, I wanted to finish my beer.

I went to bed at 11.30 again. I slept better than expected after two beers.

And now I have to run to maybe get a grip on today. If I can.