Dad moves into a seniors complex on Friday. It is a stressful process for anyone. I am struggling to reconcile years of accumulation with the square footage available in a one-bedroom apartment, but the equation just won’t work out. I know that the “extent to which I resist will be the extent to which I suffer” (read that somewhere), so I am trying to be more accepting and less fussy.
I am self-medicating with chocolate. Sure, it would be great if I meditated more or exercised more, but I won’t. Rather than adding to the emotion of the situation by feeling guilty about what I “should” do, I am going with it. I am conscious of what I am doing and why. I am not in a downward spiral. This is temporary and I know what I will do to get back on track next week. Just need to get through the next few days and I know I will be fine. I am making good use of the desensitizing effects of sugar to get through a trying time and I am okay with it.