This week has been the hardest I can remember for a very long time. I have had enough at work – the situation with the liar is still rumbling on and my ineffectual team leader is driving me mad with her inane comments. I am very close to snapping and losing my rag. There have been tears.
My running which I was really enjoying, is on hold because I am experiencing some bad thigh pain. This is making me feel frustrated and out of control. Tomorrow I will try a gentle session on the treadmill to see how it is.
Eating is not good – too many carbs.
For the first time in ages, on Thursday, I really wanted wine. I was feeling fat, frustrated, bored and deprived. Yesterday I was working from home which in the past had been an opportunity for day time drinking. It was triggery and I didn’t like it.
Today is a bit better. My sobriety counter tells me this is Day 395. When I imagined how I would feel if I made it this far, I didn’t imagine it would be like this.