I have taken my sweet time with writing this post, but finally today, when my mood is awful due to doctor visit and I feel like a failure of a patient, I am writing this. :D (Actually this is translation from my Estonian blog, I had my doctor's appointment on Thursday.) At the hospital we had a chance to take part in art...
I am obsessed with weighing myself. For a long time, my mood has depended on it. Also my breakfast has depended on it (for example if I let myself add some peanut putter to my morning porridge, or is full banana okay - maybe only half is allowed). And it is still like this; so I don't know - should I step on...
Home-made amazing pancakes aka massive guilt. Hospital food. And at this moment, it was the best thing I ever had. Just simplt because I had a "permission" to eat it. How I feel when I am eating? Good, because food is delicious and I like it? Good, because I am a rather good cook? Normal, it is just a simple part of life?...
At one point art therapy was too little, so I started to make some sketches on my own. This portrays the thing where I am doing my tea challenge, and it is one of my favourite pictures. I also recognize myself on this picture, as I felt like drained and used teabag a lot of the time. I wouldn't maybe say I cried...
