So on this topic of feeling that sort of mortified 'oh god, I've eaten loads' feeling, on Thursday I was too hungry to go to bed, so I had some greek yoghurt and strawberries, and then I felt like shit afterwards, like I'd ruined the day. I was talking about this to the PT and he was iike, what? That's great!
Today, the same - woke up at 7, healthy breakfast of greek yoghurt and raspberries, and some bran flakes because I'd like to go to the toilet again for the LOVE OF GOD and then for lunch, lovely bi-salad with fish (are you f'ing kidding me, is this my life?! Two types of salad?!) and by 5 I was starving, so, once again a little greek yoghurt bowl with rasberries and blueberries. And I'm sitting there, in my little house that I bought myself, with my little bowl of yoghurt and berries like a little functional adult, berating myself for messing up.
It seems that I have finite compassion for myself and plenty for everyone else.
I really need to deal with this. This is from multigenerational shame around size and food and attributing worth according to weight. I think there's also fear attached, that I could stay this size or stumble upon being this size again, but it took multiple variables for me to end up a size 18. It's not going to happen just because I have yoghurt when I'm hungry.
I want to build longterm habits now, and they MUST include compassion, and being realistic! One day I'm going to want a chippy tea, or something really dreadful might happen and I'll drink a heck of a lot. It's never going to be another divorce + pandemic + significant bereavement + redundancy + house purchase.
I feel like I need to forgive myself for this and stop holding myself to impossible standards. It's as if I'm immediately disappointed if I even consider eating when I'm hungry.