My husband and I went away last weekend for a night in the mountains. We hadn't done that in a couple of years sadly and we had a babysitter lined up so we went and had a great weekend - nice resort, great food, beautiful hiking weather, romance. I had been "good" on my diet and with Al for 3 months and decided to give myself a break - I had bread for the first time in 3 months and potatoes and alcohol - champagne and wine. It was nice but by Sunday I was feeling pretty stuffed and ready to get back to my healthier lifestyle.
I came home and lined up the supplements and dug in on Monday - heal those brain chemicals again, get the carbs and sugar back out of my system. I admit those sips and flavors made me start craving it all again - I've fought the urge to have that chocolate ice cream I've dished up for husband and daughter, I've fought the urge to go buy a bottle of wine. It's been a tough few days - how quickly your body and brain remember the things they want. But I haven't caved.
Plus, (sorry guys) I'm PMSing so I have more cravings that usual.
Last night I came home from a busy day at work and taking my daughter to soccer practice and was hungry. She is always starving after soccer too. I expected, since I had mentioned what we were having for dinner, that it would be started. Nothing. I admit I was pissy and grumpy. I own my own company so I have the stress of it all being on my shoulders, I volunteer with my daughter's activities, coordinate those I don't volunteer for, make sure the house is taken care of (need to mow, time to trim, gotta call the exterminator, need to put drano in the drains, gotta clean, need to call for a repair or get a bid on this fix up), pay all the bills and do all the personal paperwork plus all of the bookkeeping for my business, I volunteer at church and coordinate any social activities we do as a family with others. I am TIRED. Business was slow earlier this year which worried me and now its picking up which means I have more to do. So last night when I came in - no dinner, crap all over the counter, dog puke hadn't been cleaned up, dishwasher hadn't been emptied. I just had had it. I gave the ol' silent treatment cuz I was too pissed to talk.
I thawed a little later but I was exercising and reading later and DH comes in with that damning look on his face and says "What's going on?" "I'm exercising and reading." And he walks away. Later turns over to go to sleep without saying goodnight. I figured he was avoiding the argument because he knew he was a schmuck.
This morning I get up and am doing all of my stuff and cleaning up the kitchen and checking work email and packing lunches. I sent an email to explain why I was so pissed last night... and then I see the grocery list on the counter (again - my job the grocery shopping). He has written "get more campral" on it.
I felt like I had been slapped and punched. Of course I was grumpy and moody last night because I had been drinking. He naturally assumes. After three months of fighting hard and struggling and being honest about my feelings and struggles, he never once looks at what he could do better or how he could support me or asks how he can help. It is ME - a drunk of course.
I admit years of "I'm going to beat this" and failing again. But I have just gone through three months of working extremely hard to lose 35 pounds and beat Al. I admit struggling after I tried the mods thing. But I got absolutely no credit for that. It was like that never happened and he has no confidence in me at all.
I had a bad day with cravings yesterday. I went to the grocery store to get sparkling water, which I've been drinking a lot of because its got fizz and the water is good for me. I paced in the aisle next to the alcohol and had one of those conversations with myself "just a demi bottle of wine. No, you are cleaning your body after the weekend and want to get back on track with weight loss. Just one little drink - its been a stressful day. No, remember how groggy and yucky you felt on Sunday - remember the feeling of success." I won that fight and left with just water.
I walked around the soccer field and had another conversation "just swing by and get a couple of minis and a diet coke. no - go walking and enjoy the fresh air. moderating is ok and one or two is fine. no, you know you'll crave more later if you start." I won that fight and walked and headed home with my daughter.
I am so hurt. And mad. And disappointed. PMS and the stress of two new clients I'm bidding on doesn't help. I feel like a rug - "great to have fun with you this weekend, great having tipsy sex and hiking. Thanks for taking care of my life for me. . .. oh - you're still a drunk."
Will those in our lives who know the lowest times ever fully forgive us? My husband has never been a great communicator or very expressive - I've learned to live with it and get 95% of my emotional support from my sister and friends. But I expected more than that.
Sorry for babbling. I am so sad and empty this morning . .. don't feel like drinking though and that's a good thing.
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