Hey all. Sorry I have been a rubbish babe of late. Been on so fecking busy with work. Thank goodness it is the weekend.
Feeling tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Had a lot going with family stuff, huge issues with my sister not being well (mentally). Hey ho, we all have our cross to bear and all that.
42 enjoy the child free time! Have lots of long bubble baths and read lots of books. Just chill (if that's possible).
sober well done on resisting the airport alchol, its bloody ridiculously overpriced anyway! I am rubbish at airports, at the one I normally use, the only chance of finding a plug to charge my hopelessly battery life challenged phone is in a Wetherspoon's, or some such. No matter what time of the morning or night, wherever you look, people are having pints/wine whatever, as some sort of weird and special treat. Stayed strong last time and headed for Burger King (where they now offer beer instead of a soft drink, argghhhhh! But I was saintly and went for a Diet Coke. Yes I am one of those people who thinks it's far more healthy to have a diet drink alongside my entire day's worth of calories). Another sign that alcohol is everywhere, so hard to avoid it. Good luck with your af, will cheer you on from the sidelines.
elba you really are amazing. So proud of you! Keep going, and the running thing? You are practically super woman! Feel your pain re anxiety. Was walking home from work yesterday, and had a full blown panic attack - wobbling legs, racing heart, tight chest, whole body shaking, convinced I am going to die/pass out type thing, the whole shebang. Had to put a stop clock on my phone to try and just watch the seconds ticking by to keep focused so I could get home, setting myself tiny goals like 'just walk to the next bollard/street corner' all the while chanting to myself 'you are fine, you are fine'. It takes me about 15 mins to walk home, but it felt like a lifetime. Oh and the man walking behind me clearly thought I was a nutter. And I know it's all down to drinking.
Anyway, I have an extremely whiny puppy, who is demanding to be taken for a walk, so guess I had better get out of my dressing gown, and get ready in case the outside world think that Halloween has come early. Not helped by the scar left by my 'accident', I now have a lovely lump/scar where I slit my nostril open on the radiator. Looks like a massive wart on the side of my nose. I really need to sort out my life if the repercussions of my drinking have led to this. Doctor reckons it will be with me for life. I feel sad for myself, but at the same time I know I deserve it. What is it going to take?
Sorry, off on a morbid tangent again. I wish you all a happy and relatively sober weekend.
Love lala and pup 🐶