Lessons of relearnings:
No juice to start, I fucking hate juice. Seems stupid to waste all that pulp – it can’t be very nutritious if you’re throwing it out! And I like my morning routine of a big glass of water, pot of tea and ensuing “nature’s course.” I like it.
[goes to show and it is safe to extrapolate that what’s “healthy” – juicing, portion counting, portion control – may not be healthy for me]
If I don’t eat breakfast early enough, I will have to fight off (or suffer through? shouldn’t be fighting it off) hunger until lunch (or have an ill-timed snack in between)
Feelings of bloat will continue to lead to feelings of gloat (from the blackness, that is – oh fuck, it was fierce today; mustn’t like it getting an eviction notice). I don’t know if losing weight scares me, or that the anxieties around not knowing if growing or slowing. That uncertainty is tough to deal with (but also are thoughts of self-harm and suicide, aren’t they – and those have been present too much, too often recently).
Cheerios stem from Habitating Family Friend, so that can’t be bad, since it’s about love…
I use the term relearning, because that’s what it is. Reclaiming healthy is relearning. But it is learning. On we go…