Last week after my weigh-in 13Valerie commented on how pain can be emotional too. Nowadays I try to get out at least twice a week. ON Saturday I phoned for a cab to take me to the village I decided to use my rollator/walker as I needed to pick up my winter duvet from the laundrett if I used my stick I'll be no good to myself later. The taxi driver parks no where near where I said and on seeing the rollator/walker shouted to me I needed a lower taxi and drove off I was so angry I wiped away tears. This is the second time this has happened I was mad And told the firm not to send him back. That put me on a down ward emotional spiral. And I picked and snacked all weekend. Yesterday I had an early Dr appointment I did not pre-book a cab, so I call 32 mins before. To be told "it's the rush hour you have to wait 30mins." I said no thanks forgot about my pain meds no time to take rollator out and opted to walk. When I was healthier it was a five minute walk. Cricky I used the walking stick like I was on a steep incline to help me move forward. I got there dead on time fighting back tears. Saw the doctor and flood of tears and talked about the pain. Instead of the allergies.
I was still so angry I walked home small steps. I was in so much pain I was physically sick. And again only after another box of "go-ahead" did I realise I was comfort eating. Then later I had a small glass of neat rum.
So todays weigh-in I had put on all I had managed to shed last week 4lbs. I am gutted, but today so far so good snacking on Apple's and water. And writing things down. Called a different taxi firm to get to S.W and starting to look into buying my own car or leasing I am so fed up.