All the things that I/we have been doing to gain some comfort in a time of insane upheaval, uncertainty, stress, fragility? Ya, those aren’t working anymore. Sure, sitting on the rocking bench outside in the sunshine with a cold beverage and some potato chips worked for awhile. Chocolate worked for awhile. Stronger drinks worked pretty well for awhile, too.
The thing is though, it’s been almost three months, from mid-May to where we are now. And nothing’s changed. Well….some things have changed, but certainly not for the better. So all the lazy comfort-y things quit working, what do I do now?
Clean Up and Dry Out! I quit drinking alcohol on Sunday night and mean to stay stopped until September 6th (that’ll be 31 days), whereby it’ll be a once/week thing instead of every day. I closed the mouth-gate on anything that isn’t veggies, meat, fruit, fat, coffee or water until September 6th after which it will become “treats” again, not the norm.
I’ve been looking for some ease within my hard-to-live life lately. Lazy, easy, effortless. It hasn’t worked at all and in fact it’s had the opposite effect. I came to the conclusion on our week-long holiday that it never would work, either. If you can’t get yourself some sort of comfort sitting in warm sunshine and trying to drown your anxiety in a lot of vodka and potato chips there, away from your regular life, it’s certainly not going to work here in the midst of the crazy!
I was worried, that once I realized that it wasn’t working, that I would become resigned to feeling like crap and being depressed and listless and stressed and unhappy, that there was no light at the end of the tunnel. But what actually happened, when I picked a date and time to change directions, is that I feel empowered. Somehow it’s stopped the spinning wildly, out-of-control, messed up head feelings. I feel like maaaaybe I have a plan again, like I miiiight be able to find my mid-ground again before too long. In a daily grind of uncertainty and stress, it feels good to have set up some boundaries and guidelines for myself. Structure.
I’m not so ridiculous as to think that it’s all simplicity going forward…..coming down off of sugar, chips, vodka (then rinse and repeat as needed) is awful. Considering that I found this new need for structure/plan during Alien Week, it’s possibly even worse. Being reminded by my very hungry tummy, just how quickly real food is burned as fuel is uncomfortable. Knowing that I Have To Find A Way to get to the gym in the mornings makes me feel icky inside…..who wants to go back after an absence this long?! But, that powerless feeling of wishing for something but doing nothing to actually get it is gone.
It’s absurd to me now, having a bit of clarity, that I would throw down everything that I’ve worked and sweated and cried and fought for…….it seems absolutely crazy to allow my personal self to implode in the catastrophic way that was coming.
I’d love to end this post and say “I’m good now, I’m back and solid and completely in control.”. That would be cocky and arrogant and completely untrue. What I am is at least standing back on the right road with a road map and a plan and a destination in mind.