Last week made my top five of worst weeks of my life. I probably would have called in sick if another co-worker had not beat me to it. Anyway, I made a very bad mistake in Sunday's newspaper. I did a story on a 99-year-old woman. In the story, I mixed up two of her friends named Vivian. Needless to say, she is pissed at me. I feel really bad. I am very careful about things like this. I think it was a combination of being tired, stressed and having to write the story in a hurry. Either way, it's my fault and I feel really bad about it. The lady will turn 100 in a few days.
This story was suppose to put it the celebration scrapbook. Instead, I ruined it. On top of it, the last few days have been rough EDwise. No matter what I wear, I feel like I am a huge cow. I have been good about not restricting or letting ED win. this week, she won. I ate something for breakfast, skipped lunch each day and had dinner.
So I have waddled in self-pity and various Criminal Minds marathon. Today, I am taking it one step at a time. I started with toast and raisin bran for breakfast. And we will go from there. I am truly sorry about what happen both with the article and restricting. It all goes back to me taking better care of me. Before work took over my life, I used to be pretty active. I actually tried to socialize and a be a semi-normal. Now, I wake up each thinking of when I will go back to bed. Sleeping has become my hobby. I have a three day weekend. I spend Saturday sleeping. I think I was awake a total of nine hours out of 24. It has been a rough week. Thank God for my son and my therapist.
1. The "Almost Pizza" commercial on SNL last night.
2. Getting up and moving today
3. Trying not to be so hard on myself!