Today was the beginning of my new life. Exciting.
The hardest time for me has always been the evening. That is when temptation is at it’s strongest. A strategy I have been putting into practice is to give myself a five minute delay. When I have a craving, I tell myself to wait five minutes. If I can wait it out, I tell myself to wait 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, I wait 15 minutes. And so on. This will hopefully allow the temptation to pass. This has worked really well for me.
Another way I am trying to deal with recovery is by not putting so much pressure on myself. I keep saying how hard recovery is. And it is, don’t get me wrong!!! Much harder than being sick. But we all know that being sick isn’t the right decision. I have to tell myself that it’s not so hard. It’s easy. It’s living.
The deceiving, cheating and lying on a cold public washroom floor with stomach cramps worse than labour is not easy. Being in a grocery store and becoming so incredibly nauseous that I have to leave all of my food in the cart and race home is not easy. Going to the drug store and buying boxes of laxatives with the hopes that I won’t bump into anyone I know is not easy. None of this is easy. So how can I possibly think that recovery is hard compared to the hell I have been putting myself through. The constant reminder that recovery is actually the easy route is something I must constantly remind myself of.