7,524 days of getting better at life
My move went incredibly well this week. It took less time and cost less than the original quote. And I definitely did a great job downsizing. There is still plenty of room in my kitchen. And while we don’t have our extra room organized yet, I am not afraid of how much stuff I have or where I am going to put it.
I am deeply joyful and grateful.
And I keep thinking about how easy it was.
But it was easy because I made it easy. And I could do that because I have my drug foods down.
I didn’t leave everything to the last minute. I didn’t avoid looking at the reality of my situation. I looked critically. I made plans. I replanned plans. I prepared.
When I was eating compulsively, I didn’t look at difficult things. (It still takes me longer than normal to look if I, say, cut myself in the kitchen.) And the problem with that was I never had a real gauge of the actually moment. And if you don’t know what something is, you can’t take action. I imagined mediocre issues were worse than they were and ignored them until they became real problems. Or I let real problems grow until I could not ignore them. And by that point I was overwhelmed and terrified.
I have 20 years of managing my addict behavior. I have 20 years of learning to be good at life. Because I was very very bad at it for my first 28 years. And every day I don’t eat compulsively I get a little better at it.
Today is day 7,524 of having my eating under control. Over severity five hundred days of getting a little better at life got me my dream home. Not too shabby.
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