I haven’t been here for a while. Day 4 and 5 were just as the ones I have listed my food intake and exercise for, except that I had a few Maltesers and a 150g bag of crisps on day 5. That made me feel really shit about myself and that lasted throughout the weekend.
Day 6 started well but we had dinner at friends’ house and I think I overdid it a little bit with cheese and crackers. Nothing major, maybe 5 crackers with cheese on, but it left me feeling disgusting. At home I also had a 100g bag of pistachio nuts.
Day 7 was pretty much like the start of the week, although I had a full portion at the dinner, instead of the target – half or 3/4 portion. I haven’t done any exercise since Day 5, and it’s really starting to get to me.
Day 8 was otherwise OK, but I had a stupid argument with my partner – he got frustrated with me because of the state of the flat, which was a bit unreasonable because it’s not that messy – and he slipped out a nasty comment just before going out the door for his evening class. I felt tired, lonely, frustrated, embarrased, helpless, worthless and useless. I walked straight to the kitchen, made myself a big cup of tea and had two chocolate bars with it.
Needless to say, I felt even more shit afterwards, even though eating them was nice. I was a bit alarmed also by the fact that the baby put up an awful fight when I didn’t let him hold the other chocolate bar (with the wrapping still on, or course). As far as I’m aware, he’s never tasted chocolate. Why did he demand the chocolate bar? How did he know he might want it?
Anyway, we’re visiting relatives at the end of the week, and this is stressing me out big time. The last time they’ve seen me was when the baby was around 4 months. I’ve probably gained a few pounds since, and I feel a bit embarrased about that. They’re not people who would give me extra credit for breastfeeding (all their babies have been bottle fed), and I’m very conscious about my weight. They might not understand that I haven’t been able to lose weight because of breastfeeding, because they don’t see breastfeeding in any way necessary.
Dieting is a lot more difficult this week. My appetite is back not that the flu is finally lifting. Also, our financial situation has taken yet another plunge: we were hit with a massive electricity bill (estimation backlog, I presume), my expected tax refunds from 2005 were directed straight into old tax bills that I was not aware of, and I still owe the tax office a hefty sum. The tax bill has been there since 2001, but because I moved out of the country, no-one had bothered informing me.
I find that when things are depressing me and I feel cornered by my worries, I don’t care what I do to my body. I used to drink and smoke a lot, and by this I mean _ a lot _ , especially when I had problems with money or relationships. Which was nearly all the time. I just want to sit in the house and stuff my face. So far I’ve managed not to eat any extra stuff, but I haven’t been out in 3 days.
Why haven’t I been out?
I am ashamed to go outside. When I do go outside, I never know what to do with myself. I hate just going to the swings for 10 minutes. I absolutely hate walking alone, because that gets me thinking about all the things that worry me. Also, I can’t be bothered putting on make-up, choosing clothes (because most of my clothes are too small or ugly) and getting the baby ready. I also hate sunny weather. It’s too revealing: all the little imperfections no your skin, the signs of tiredness and neglection are openly on display in the bright sunlight. Since the baby can’t walk yet, it’s not great to go to the park with him either, because the ground is wet.
I feel guilty for not taking the baby out, because it’s a lot more difficult for him to get to sleep when he’s not been outside. He gets overactive and frustrated in the house.