A short update—I had my first day of Intensive Outpatient (IOP) today. I felt just a little out of place for being older and larger than everyone else, but people were very nice about it. The dietitian and therapist were both great, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow!
I’m still struggling with recording everything I eat—or rather, with eating as much as I would if I weren’t recording. I’m not really convinced that’s a bad thing, but I’m not convinced it’s good, either. I’m trying to eat when I need to.
Usually at our evening snack, T gets snacks for himself, the kids, and me. Today, he seemed to forget to ask if I wanted anything. I sat there, expecting him to notice, for quite some time. It was at least twenty minutes later when I finally asked him if he’d get me something. I know I should just get it myself, but at least I was able to ask him, rather than waiting for him to notice that I was hungry. Baby steps, but steps in the right direction!