14th March, 2022 – Monday apparently.
Well, I’ve not given up weighing myself on daily basis. But since having tried to give-up the daily weigh-ins – and yes I know I failed – I have been more conscious of my psychological need to keep my morning appointments with the glass gadget that lives on my bathroom floor.
And thus I have also been a bit more mindful.
So much so, that there have been a few occasions recently where for some reason or another I didn’t get to have my daily date with the scales. I went about unphased by the fact that I’ve been deprived of seeing my numbers and it felt ok. I think what this might lead to, is, perhaps not reducing to my weigh-ins to once a week, but rather skipping a random day in a week. Just one day. Start slowly. Build up to weighing in just once a week.
That’s progress, no?
On a separate – head-case note: My panic attacks are back. Managed to confine myself to just one in the last few days, but I don’t like it. It takes a lot of mental and to some extent physical strength to control that side of my emotions, feelings and the physical reaction of my organism. And I’ve been doing so well, for so long. Other than the meltdown, which was something else, I’ve not had a panic attack for at least a good 3 or 4 months. I don’t like it.
P.S. writing the notes on 4th of March – and we know what happened here (Purple Heart). No comment!
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