Sunday, October 13, 2013
I was lazy and grumpy this morning...too much food yesterday (effects mood) and I'm getting a sore tongue, I'm getting another awful canker sore. I think that's why I overate last night...fear of not getting to eat the things I enjoy while my tongue feels painful for the next week. Wow...pity party...poor me...what a baby that I have to suffer through a week of no crunchy, spicy, and acidic foods. This is what my diet usually consists of. I'm pitying myself that I'll have to live on yogurt, oatmeal, low acid fruits, and soft veggies (cooked, which I'm too lazy to do). I need to get over it and go with the flow.
Because of my laziness, I was still in my nightgown when my hubby peeked his head in from being outside and said," I'm going for a walk" He didn't add "do you want to join me?" I internalized that and after he went out the door, I called him names out loud and felt like hitting something to punish him (the reasoning of a woman with borderline personality disorder, which rarely surfaces in me these days.) I soon calmed down and decided to ask him when he came back if he'd meant that to be an invitation to walk, and I would have liked an invitation. (that decision to voice my thoughts and feelings is a technique I learned from DBT which was a class I took for a whole year to learn coping mechanisms and techniques to deal effectively with the Borderline Personality Disorder, known as BPD.) I had become efficient at using this technique automatically, but this reaction pops up at times when I am having low self-esteem. I see now that this is where I was at since I woke up this morning and yesterday which is when I ate to stuff emotions, which can be part of my BPD.
I can get on top of this and resolve my current issues. A coping mechanism is to write about my feelings. Which I am doing. And to share them, which helps with blogging in place of making a paper journal entry. I will probably also write in my journal today.
My mood did change for the better while typing, during which hubby came back. I pleasantly asked him how long he walked and if his statement of going on a walk was meant as an invitation. I stopped short of telling him how it made me feel, because I had decided that I didn't really think walking with him in my present mood would have made for a very encouraging walk for him. Sometimes when I'm sad or depressed a walk with him helps lighten my mood, but I can tell that this time I would be lashing out and being critical, which would have brought a lecture from him. Maybe. Never can tell. He usually is so insightful and helpful. He knows me so well and knows how to handle my BPD acting out.
His comments about his half hour walk were that it was very humid and misting out. (I'm doubly glad I didn't go... this weather makes me irritable and cranky if I'm out in it.)
I need to make a plan for my day. Be more decisive. I think I'm on the right track, so I need to get off the computer. Deciding to spend a little time Sparking was the perfect move. Thank you all for being my sounding board!