Someone out there in Blogdom openly and often written extensively of the mental illnesses that plague various extended family members. Recently her writing took on a different tone, some wild accusations and truly scary situations have been revealed. It is as though she has had a mental break of some sort. I will not discuss what is being written but I find myself unable to believe the blog writer is well today. I have no professional skills in this area. It has changed into something scary (to me). I have no idea where this person really is or what their real name so there is no one to contact. Healthy me says I have no relationship with this person. I have my own squirrels to deal with and I need to exercise the luxury of having both distance and a disconnect button. One less blog.
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This has nothing to do with keeping the pounds off, or does it? This is about adopting a healthy boundary with a stranger and a strange situation. Healthy boundaries are essential for keeping the pounds off. When I crossed to the dark side of my personal healthy boundaries of food integrity, limits and actions I gained 32 pounds. In keeping my pounds off I appreciate the need to have true sustainable boundaries, not thin guidelines. In my recovery I shouldnot eschew cookies with the exception of December; I need a better practice than to refrain from fried foods except for parties and it is not okay for me to have ice cream and cake on my birthday because it is only once a year. Once a year is enough to hurt me. I do not need unnecessary hurt in my life any longer.
Since my mother's sudden death last year I was subconsciously and consciously chipping away at my healthy boundaries until I had no way to protect myself from my addiction. I didn't fall down completely and give up on getting well but I stumbled over and over and scrapped the ground so much I was raw.
It is good to be on the recovery side again and feel clean and closer to whole. I need to work on the healthy boundaries. Instead of a thin line or a flimsy fence I am thinking it is essential that I bring back the concrete barriers to make some better formed boundaries. I am in this for the rest of my life. I might as well make boundaries that can last awhile.
I am feeling so much better this week. The food fog lifted and the cravings have mostly gone. It is all one day at a time but each day has been a good day. There are good days ahead, too.
Are you really guarding your boundaries?