This is my endless game.
And my cat is meowing at me because I’ve locked her out of my bedroom, but when she was in my bedroom she was actually clawing at anything that dangled.
A cat’s yeowls have to be the most irritating sound in the world next to the sound of a baby crying.
In other news, first Melbourne yoga class on Saturday, yay!
The place my friend and I have chosen apparently has a lovely garden. Which is partly why we chose it.
But so excited!!
My mother literally just lays in bed and ‘talks’ to me from two rooms away.
In a normal voice at a normal pitch. And keeps talking. And eventually gives up if I don’t respond.
Seriously, though. If you want to speak to me, get out of bed and walk over to my bedroom? Just a thought. Might help.
I can hear my mum in the next room talking to my sister on the phone and she’s giving her an update on everything I ate
and didn’t eat at dinner.
She does this every time they talk.
This really, really, really annoys me.
I always get to this stage after going out for dinner where I end up contemplating whether I actually need my evening snack anymore. I cannot actually face eating anything else at this stage.
So a raspberry hot chocolate it is.
or trying to my anxiety with a hot water bottle and a cup of hot chocolate…trying to convince myself that this one meal won’t see me weight restored in an instant despite what my eating disorder is trying to tell me.
I’m so glad I’m not on my own tomorrow. The temptation to restrict is huge, and after my epic, epic recovery fail this morning, it’ll be good to have someone to keep me in check.
Will not melt down.