Aren’t Saturdays the BEST! I love how they fit so snug between the last day of work and the last day of the weekend. Saturdays should be free of worries. Today we are having brunch with Len’s family at Stephi’s on Tremont. We’ve gone there before for brunch; remember that time I had one too many bloody Marys? There will not be any morning boozing for me today as I picked up some hours at work. I’m fine with that. Let’s rewind to yesterday.
After class I attended my first (and last) therapy session. She basically recommended weekly psychotherapy from an eating disorder specialist but unfortunately could not offer that herself. What I have found in my search for the “perfect” counselor is that although people say they cover eating disorders, many of them don’t have a clue about how to best treat that population. I will definitely put my feelers out. We talked a lot about how much time I have put into thinking about food/weight/body image/bingeing/etc and thought about what I could have done with all that energy. I’ve thought about that many times before. Because I’ve struggled with this for so long (14 years) it has become part of my identity. As crazy as it sounds, the behaviors I have around disordered eating are engrained and will take tons of work to “rewire”. In social work, we always say there must be an instillation of hope when problem solving. I do have hope that I can fight this and win. By the way, my weigh in was down a little.
Dinner. We (Len’s family and I) met up with Len after work for some cocktails before dinner. I had two glasses of really good Cabernet. Too bad I didn’t get the name of the bottle. We then sat down to dinner and to my surprise, the only vegetarian item was spinach and artichoke dip. What the hell is that about? There is no excuse for restaurants to not have at least one veggie entrée listed. We left and went to another restaurant down the street. It was the same story there too, but she did offer a veggie burger that wasn’t listed on the menu. Done and done. Fries? Why of course! After dinner, I headed home while everyone else stayed home. Lame-o! (I’m fine with it.)