Another bad habit bites the dust.
I’m more than halfway through rehab and am pleased to say I am now three days chocolate-free. There was no coin, no applause, no chorus of “well done” from tea-drinking addicts, but it still feels good.
For whatever reason, I am very much an all-or-nothing person. I did it with drinking where “all” meant “enough to pass out in a stupor/tranquilize a rhino”.
For my first two weeks here I did it again with chocolate. In the case of chocolate, “all” meant “nearly ready to vomit from too much sugar” and/or “I think my belly skin is about to split”.
Luckily, it is much, much easier to withdraw from chocolate than it is alcohol and I consider my sugar withdrawal complete after a mere three days of (mostly) quietly raging at anyone who looked at me.
In retrospect I should’ve saved that as a New Year’s resolution, so that I could quickly cross one off the list (DAMMIT, WHY DID I NOT THINK OF THAT?!) but my ass was getting precariously close to busting out of my pants and I didn’t think my self esteem needed another blow.
I’ll think of something easy to do for my 2017 resolution list, which will be scarily long I believe…
In other news, I am also pleased to report that I am eating way more veg to try and counteract “rehab inertia”; there isn’t a gym facility here, and physical activity is restricted to a daily five minute walk to the shop and back.
Oh, and yoga..which is is A LOT TOUGHER than I thought it would be and has made me cry twice. But that’s another story.
My point is that I still have a food baby from Christmas, and they keep putting out crackers and cheese at dinner so something had to give before my pants did.
Before you even ask, I will NEVER give up cheese. The only coffee/tea in here is decaf, chocolate is gone and of course alcohol is no longer part of my life…LET ME KEE THIS ONE LAST VICE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.
(Hmmm…My chocolate withdrawal rage may still be simmering away in the background.)
Anyway, part of my recovery is learning to love myself and give myself credit when I accomplish I goal, so self-high five for me!
(A self-high five is basically clapping your hands over your own head. I clearly also need to be more social and make actual friends when I get out of here so I can receive high fives from real people. But self-high fives do have their time and place.)
(Oh…being more social! That’s a New Year’s resolution I could work on. But not in here…this place is a nut house. And that doesn’t happen quickly.)
(New Year’s resolution #1: stop using so many parentheses.)
This is getting out of hand and now I want chocolate.