Mango blessings to calm the cravings to cope..


Day started off early and it felt good as chores were completed . Body not so stiff. Night before I had tried to brush aside the triggers from the past , but many memories coming back and thinking of what might have been

Important work to be done but mind whirling over another thing to be done so that is done and emotional exhaustion sets in. An affirmation received that it was okay . the work. But feeling that more should be done and fighting to shift the work to the other work to be done.
So crunching starts and then a dip of the spoon into the honey jar. Then later on go for a walk and buy more junk. Then eat.. and belly feels full.
Then pace a bit to calm down and the work thing which requires focus not being done. Then craving more , sweet but resisting and succumb to some.

A fitful nap.. the place is hot. The work thing on my mind which has to be done.

An ice cream cone. Thinking of walking to go and get more sweet and just eat.

Mangoes bought the day before provide some relief. Action of cutting and eating and then the full gains set in.

And then the tree with the turpentine has four underneath which the birds have not picked. The sun is down. One more on a stomach which feels full.

Cravings satisfied. Restlessness done. Past is gone and the day is done.

Dip a spoon in the jam bottle to finish things off.

Time now to face that work which should have been completed.

The past is gone, but it will come back. That is not the excuse though.

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