I had a dream last night that I was drinking. God it was so real... It was my wine in my glass, it was in a real life place, it was with real life people. The worst thing is in my dream I was thinking 'fuck it, I don't care, I don't give a shit' as I was drinking my wine.
I woke up very, very distressed and sad. It was horrible.
I am having a serious funk anyway at the moment. I have been feeling pretty crap since probably before Christmas and I realise it's linked to my eating habits - particularly my sugar addiction. I guess my dream is a manifestation of this.
I recognise I have transferred all the issues and behaviours and feelings I had around alcohol to sugar. I make promises to myself everyday not to eat crap and have sugar, I then feel guilty and rubbish and angry when I "fail", I over indulge, I make moves to stop and I can't and I hate myself and the cycle just continues.
I feel so annoyed at myself that a year in, I am still in such a bad way. Fat, unhappy and still being governed by a poison.
I cant afford therapy, I don't want to be medicated, I don't have time to read self help books or listen to podcasts [excuses I know]
I notice I am having killer PMT now too, doesn't help? I wonder if I could be Peri? I am 43 soon.
Arrghhhh - sorry for such a negative post.