Hearing my mother talking about me and back and forth random ends makes me feel depressed. I want to sleep but I need to be awake to finish drying her blankets because she wet the bed. Again. And she’s upset for wearing depends. I totally totally understand it. But when you don’t remember to put on a new pair when you take off the old ones and get upset for changing in the middle of the living room (I closed the blinds, good grief), sigh. 6 whoopee pies (which I bought on purpose) then a Lindt bunny (which I meant for mom). Maybe I’ll need to make a 2 a.m. trip to CVS to stock up for her. But I think she didn’t eat the Lindt because she didn’t understand what it was.
This is me, killing myself with food. And a poor very poor self esteem no matter how hard my trainer tries to cheer me up.