As in, Debbie's new behaviors are the antithesis of the old Debbie.
During the life of this blog I believed in living one day at a time.
I believed I should look for the beauty in each day. (Hence the daily pictures.)
I believed that doing things for others made you lead a fuller and more blessed life. (Hence all the sewing projects for charity.)
I believed that, even while I wrote about my struggles and triumphs, life wasn't all about me.
But in the last month I've become obsessed.
Obsessed about the future, always thinking and planning for future times (when I might feel better) and no longer living for the moment.
Obsessed about not wanting to go into the sewing room. Why am I so scared of working on a new project?
Obsessed about not looking around for the beauty in the day. I can't even look beyond checking my school mail every five minutes, no matter what I'm doing. Can't even get through a movie without looking at the phone.
Obsessed about myself. What can I eat? When is my snack? Did I get all my fluids in for the day? How should I space out my vitamins? How much weight have I lost? (50 pounds, for the record.)
This is so not me. I've got to get back to the old me. First up, out to dinner at Alejandra's. Four bites of chicken fajitas - and a picture of the day- and I'm done.
Baby, baby steps.
