You know you’re tired when you’re in the middle of a phone conversation one evening with a friend and your brain clicks off and you fall asleep in mid-chat. That’s exactly what happened to me last week one night. It’s been a brutal couple of weeks and when I get home I can barely manage coherent thought, or so it seems.
When I last blogged I told you all about my boat sinking. The resolution for that came through today. The insurance company opted to declare it a total loss. Honestly, that’s the best outcome for me because they will write me a check for the full insured value. I can start with brand new engines again and not have to worry about problems with engines that had been submerged in salt water. It also means that I don’t have to deal with the long hassle of someone rewiring my boat and doing whatever else would have needed doing to make it operational and safe. Instead I can focus on what will be the more exciting task of finding a replacement boat.
Still, getting to this point created ongoing stress. I went through all of the residual “I can’t believe this happened” and “What did happen? Why did it sink?” stuff, along with, “Please let the settlement process be easy.” I’m happy to say that the insurance company was great to work with, that’s for sure. I don’t know how Progressive is with car policies, but they were efficient and non-confrontational with the boat and this is not an inexpensive claim that they’re paying out on.
Also in the last two weeks, we still had a whole bunch of stressful things going on at work. We are momentarily through with the most immediately aggravating things and can take a bit of a breather.
Through it all, I’m happy to say that I am dealing without diving back into food and compulsive eating for the most part. I’m not binge eating. I’m following my food plan. I’m working out regularly. In all ways, I’m taking good care of myself. I’ve gone for massages and acupuncture treatments. These not only help me release the physical elements of the tension but they also ease my mind. At night, when my body and brain tell me it’s time to sleep, I go to bed. Thankfully, they don’t always tell me as abruptly as they did the night I conked out on my friend’s phone call.
It’s important for me to remember that eating compulsively makes every situation worse. No amount of excess food can help. Giving in to the urges and compulsions increases the tension and anxiety. Working out, seeing to my brain’s comfort and my body’s needs alleviate the negative stuff. Overall, I’m managing better by staying on track and remaining in recovery.
That alone knocks off several levels of the stress.
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