Moving has been beyond overwhelming. It is just so much.
The adjustment to my new place. The new routine. The new location of everything.
Oh the new location of everything!! My OCD “behaviors” are going out of control. Things aren’t in “their places” and it is so overwhelming it has me shutting down.
I’m also feeling extremely fat. Pretty sure I’m gaining weight. Like it is yoyo ing.
I’ve forced myself with 3ish meals almost consistently for like a weekish now and it’s making me physically/emotionally/psychologically exhausted.
And it also encourages the fat thoughts and reinforces them.
I also feel like I was consistent so why hasn’t the weight just fallen off now?! Come oooon!!
Time is so warped.
I’m taking it all in bite sized pieces. Unpacking the few boxes I have left similarly to how I packed: “20 minutes”–honestly it ends up being like two hours.
I’m at a standstill because things are still broken in the place preventing me from moving and unloading certain boxes which then blocks other furniture…
I had a goal of having everything unpacked within a week of moving in. I was doing so well. Then life happened [see next post]. As always.
And now PC is moving in with all his stuff which is wayyyy more than mine.
I’m beyond overwhelmed.
I’m shutting down.
I needed a week off for the move.