November 13, 2018
It’s 12:30 am, I went to bed at 8:30 hoping to finally get some sleep tonight. I tore my rotator cuff almost a month ago. It’s do-able during the day as long as I don’t do certain things, but at night it’s horrible. I fell asleep fairly quickly for once, but then the kids woke me up when they decided they were hungry and made food at 10, cat started meowing and now it’s 12:30 and I’m wide awake. Sigh….Thinking about tonight’s failed attempt at eating healthy.
I really wanted comfort food tonight but decided to eat Delicata squash with a little chicken and a tiny bit of cheese. Later still wanted comfort food, so caved to a piece of good pizza I had frozen from another time. Immediately after I ate it, I thought, “Did this help? Did this help my shoulder?” No. It did not. I’m looking for something to ease the pain. Last night I tried wine, that didn’t do it. Tonight is was pizza, that didn’t do it. Why do we try and ease our pain with food or drink? It doesn’t work and then we just feel bad about it later. AAGGG!