Picking up the routine again

[wiseheart]

I took a week-long break from my 16-hour-fasting routine because I felt so terribly harried lately. Getting the allowed meals eaten within the time limit proved to be additional stress with which I simply couldn't deal. So I chose to be a bad girl and ate whenever I felt like for an entire week.

Now that I've calmed down a bit I'm returning to the old routine, starting tomorrow because I'm afraid of ruining all the progress I've made in the last 18 or so months. Given the current situation with Mum and the plague and other shitty things I tend to eat comfort food = sugar and other carbon hydrates, basically. So, if I can only do that between 11am and 7pm, I naturally can't produce the same horrible calorie intake as from dawn till dusk. I'm generally a lot less hungry when I can only eat during these 8 hours. So: back to the fasting!

The weather is being shitty, too, at the moment. It has rained the whole day - so far only mildly, so we don't have any leakage yet, but the "anticipation" is turning my mood really sour. *sigh*

The janitor still hasn't come to take a look at the wacky bookshelf. Apparently tomorrow and the day after... we'll see. It doesn't improve my mood to think that the bloody thing could fall down any time. And the heaps of books in the corner of the living room don't improve the general sight, either. Mum's getting slightly depressed over her beloved home looking like a refugee camp. I can't blame her for that, although it doesn't bother me that much. Of course, it isn't my room that looks like a dungheap.

By the way, I intend to send the after-Easter cards on their way tomorrow, unless the rain gets worse. (Let's pray that it doesn't.) I'll post an entry when the deed is done.

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[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

So do I. It isn't the reassuring thought that the thing might fall of any time.