Just spent an unpleasant afternoon with my sister going through my dad's medications. I was stressed because I wanted to be working - I have lots to do. She was crabby because she's mad at Hawaiian Airlines and her doctors and wants to go home. We're both upset that we have to be doing this while watching our dad decline and mom as well. It's tough.
I want to eat right now, although I think what I really need is sleep. In the last week I've gotten less than 6 hours of sleep a night except for one. I'm trying to work out because I'm chubbing it out there dog.
I'm still sort of binge-y at night but not too horrible. I hope I can keep making progress on that front. I know I need to practice other tools but it seems so hard sometimes. It's easier to just poke yummy things in my mouth.
I know things are going to get worse as the months go on so I need to practice better behaviors (food-wise and family-wise). I'm going to have to be vigilant about work - in carving out the time I need to do it, only doing things that are important and time sensitive and also saying when it's too much.
I need to take better care of my body so I can help care for my parents. And myself.
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