Just after 4pm, and the nagging voice has started: the you don’t need to be doing this voice, the you’re always setting yourself challenges, the why do you make it so hard voice. My son is still poorly, and I feel emotionally a bit wrung out. Yesterday, blogging through the craving, reading everyone’s comments, really helped me. And yet here I am again, feeling the same itchy feelings as yesterday.
I went shopping this morning and bought lots of food and alcohol-free drinks, sailing past the wine corner without a backward glance. Often at 4pm, I start to regret this sailing, and wish I’d ‘stocked up’, but of course it is crucial that I haven’t bought any booze, and can’t be tempted by the easy opening mini bottles I would often buy. But inside my chest, I feel this constricted feeling, a tightness which I can’t shake off.