Don’t know why but I just want to cry. Everything is going so well, diet under control, contacted an old friend I’m going to meet up with next month, started up my French classes again next week, family all well. Then tonight I asked hubby if he would make dinner, skinny chilli then found I had forgotten to buy mushrooms after spending €45 on veg yesterday, forgotten to buy red kidney beans after spending €74 on other food stuff today. Poor lad had to compromise which he is not good at, found some dried morrels in the back of a cupboard (still in date) and ended up making a bolognaise but I felt so bad. I am always so organised and it puts me out of my comfort zone when I cock things up.
Maybe it is because I have had family around me and they have all gone home and the novelty of a quiet, tidy house has gone. I am so lucky and have a pool in my garden but I looked at it today and didn’t want to swim, but I did anyway, because I would feel guilty if I didn’t. I am finding this such hard work, so much planning and thinking, I want someone to do it all for me, but there is only me and it is for me that I am doing it.
I think I will go have a rather large vodka and tonic, but then I will feel guilty. What the hell, I’m going to have one anyway.
Sorry for being miserable, it is not like me.