A happy and sunny Bank Holiday to all Pears.
Started a comment on Friday to the effect that I was wearing my somewhat tight but still size 12 jeans, as was going to do the “Big Shop” and had thought their tightness would be a reminder to buy healthy things and not greedy things. Supermarkets are a temple to temptation, very clever people have made a science of luring us into spending cash and calories. Said jeans also a symbol of how far I’ve come ( they were one of my goals, and I got there! Yay!) However I clicked on the wrong button, and my smugness got lost in the ether.
...And probably as well it did. Hubris never goes unpunished.... coming out of Sainsbury’s with very full, heavy and wonky trolley, one of the wheels got stuck in a rut. Trolley began to topple, idiot me tried to right it ( should have just let go). Trolley went right over, taking me and shopping with it. V v inelegant, embarrassing and painful, sprawling in road. Two Sainsbury’s employees rushed over to help, were brilliant, righted me and the shopping- amazingly even the eggs were ok. Got home in one piece, but v shaken.
Now this episode has had a strange effect on me. I’m not yet at the age where a fall in a granny is of enormous concern ( falls did for my gran and mum, but not until their eighties and nineties, and I hit the big 6 oh next year), but I have felt vulnerable and tearful ever since it happened. DH has been lovely - he always/nearly always is, but I am struggling to regain my equilibrium - dreadful pun intended. And when I feel vulnerable and tearful.... you may guess the rest. So back with the program again today, keeping on keeping on, wondering why carbohydrates and stodge feel like hugs, and why when I’m lucky enough to get lots of hugs from DH, I still want ( and binge on) them.
Need to press my “Chin up, buttercup” switch.