@myladyjane I am with you on those issues. I’m in mourning for those insane levels of suppression from the early days, when all I could manage was soup and a few bites of something. It didn’t feel good but it felt right. Like being able to endure my punishment for being a fat, greedy pig in the past. I don’t think I’ll ever have a comfortable relationship with food and I’m trying really hard to undo all the negativity I’ve piled on myself for at least 40 years. More issues that the non-obese will never understand.
Plasterer has been and finished and the walls are drying nicely so I started the clean up yesterday. From experience it takes weeks for plaster dust to settle though. My new sewing space is getting closer.
DH is off this afternoon so we’re going to drop DS2 at work and have a wander round town, culminating in a visit to our favourite cafe. It’s a little known gem hiding in plain sight in one of the main thoroughfares, most of the menu is gluten free and you can get a two course meal for under £15. One of the few places the tourists haven’t found and we are happy to keep it that way.
More rain due. Think I’m going to dissolve.