Friday, February 22, 2013
Today started out pretty well; I went to kickboxing yesterday (kicked my BUTT!) and I was still riding the high from that. Of course, though, my husband had to screw it all up by sneaking alcohol in the house.
I didn't play his game. I wasn't about to sit down and "talk it out." I wasn't in the mood. Sometimes, all the apologies in the world aren't enough. I've heard it a dozen times before. What makes it different this time?
He's supposed to start a 90 day outpatient program Monday. I hope that helps, or I'm going to drop him off at his mother's house and let her deal with it until he can sober up.
Anyway, tonight I decided that rather than descend into the pits of despair and pity party myself into a binge, I went for a walk. The weather's a bit inclement, but I JUST went and bought a new raincoat, so why not? It wasn't heavy rain, just a bit misty.
So I ended up walking almost 4 freakin' miles. I'm actually kinda sore! That's a good thing. I like being sore, believe it or not.
I've also been trying to drink more water when I start getting the munchies. YOu see, we often mistake hunger for thirst, and I know especially in the evening I tend to stop drinking as much and get thirsty. It worked for staving off the late-night munchies last night.
So I'm not going to let the stress get me down. I can't be responsible for my husband's actions. They're not my fault! So I have to take responsibility for me. :)
Easy does it.