Tonight on the way to work, those feelings hit me full force. Yeah, those yucky ones I haven't known what to do with. Yep, those are the ones. My anger actually graduated to rage for all of a few minutes, but then I arrived at work and had to pull myself together. I don't know if that raging moment felt unbelievably good or if it felt absolutely terrifying!
I did the good girl thing I always do. I pushed the feelings back and settled for just plain grumpy and annoyed. My body feels very awkward to me. I feel like the pounds are packing on around my middle. My clothes all feel uncomfortable to my body. My son got in trouble at school today. A professor was rude to me tonight at work. I had other customers who were thoughtless tonight. I came home to 2 of my kids still awake and had to put them to bed. I ran a hot bubble bath but ran out of hot water before I realized it so my bath was warm not hot. And throw in what seems like PMS symptoms and you have my night.
I'm so hungry. The tiger is clawing at my tender insides (read this amazing post from Jenn, you'll understand what I am saying) but the pain won't let me give in. How long will this hurt? I feel like every time I get through one hard thing, within days something new comes up in my heart. I have a day, maybe two where I can breathe, then WHAM something else hits my heart and mind full force. I'm tired of feeling like I always whine. I'm tired of feeling like orange is winning, or at least that she is not losing. I hate the days of feeling hungry and not being able to give in. I much prefer those handfuls of healthy days or even the days when I'm just sick, no hunger, no arguing with myself, and no guilt.
It is a sad day when my desire is to still be sick so that I wouldn't have to hear the dialog in my head.