Started calorie counting again earlier this week. It got ugly.
I was raging. Hard. I was cussing all day. Yelling at my poor boyfriend, no, screaming. Like a toddler.
And just like a toddler I’ve cried. I’ve shaken my fists. Then tuckered out and napped for 4 hours. At one point I peaced out of the house and drove in circles.
And then POOF, spent the following days in this magical kumbaya state. Tried to cuddle my poor boyfriend who at this point was just in observation mode (rightfully so). Went for 2 hour long walks in the sun. Caught myself smiling over plants or some shit.
This is why I haven’t actually been able to go on a proper deficit in years. Who can handle these mood swings? Once I’ve started using food as a makeshift Xanax I feel so fucked. I have to go through this emotional hazing period. For once I’m happy to be unemployed during covid.
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