I hit a new low yesterday.
All day angry about my cousin and her friends supporting and defending Trump by gaslighting everyone else. That behavior is my mother and is triggering for me. I had unfollowed her, but she has breast cancer so I felt compelled to see her social media again. Not worth it. She did a social media blitz attack and I kept seeing stuff -- she's gone from my world again.
Then I saw pictures from our neighborhood "safe" party last night which we wouldn't go anywhere near (about 40 people). Neighbors hugging, actually kissing, group photos with arms around each other. Gathering around grandkids, guy with MS and a guy with brain cancer. They actually called it a social distancing event -- and then posted those pictures.
OMG.
How can hubby keep safe with a new job when this is what surrounds us?
What can I do? Well ...
Eat 3 big rolls. Dang, girl. You know better. Cold sore - check. Joint pain -- check. Tummy bloat -- check. Sad mood -- check. You can't be judging me any harder than I'm judging myself LOL. Definition of insanity in real time.
Guess what? Today is the start of ANOTHER clean up. Pandemics suck BTW. This time hubby is joining me. We're holding each other accountable and I usually HATE having him as my accountably partner, but when in isolation -- not many choices. I'm desperate.
No more baking (me).
No more buying any kind of junk (looking at you, hubby)
No more cheddar cheese (yep, the 3 rolls were 3 cheese sammies)
I can't workout like I want, but I can do a few things. Back at SOMETHING this morning. My heel is messed up. My ligaments/tendons are ANGRY and inflamed. I need to be careful I don't do more damage. How is it possible I aggravated it THIS much? I wasn't doing anything crazy.
The Pity Party continues, but without the "party" part -- it's definitely not as fun.
Breaking out the inspirational books again. I need to get my head straight and GLUTEN out of my system.
Stay well. Later gators.
P.S. Izzy's adoption pictures tomorrow :)
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