Fewer decisions

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” fewer decisions mean more self control muscle for the important things”

I’ve been re reading an old book of mine about good lifestyle approaches. I do this every so often just to remind myself why I do the things I do, eat the way I do, exercise and why I continue to work hard at avoiding alcohol. I often pick up something new to try too which is great as I like a craze and sometimes, not often but sometimes something sticks.

The part I was reading was about exercise and how we should make it part of our everyday routine, even if it’s just 20 mins as when we tell ourselves we will exercise for 3 days a week something weird happens and we end up deliberating whether that will be the day we will bother, so true. I personally find it difficult to make time to exercise with 2 young children and a job but I do find 20 minutes each evening to do some yoga. It’s now a lifestyle not a decision I have to make on a daily basis which means less noise in my head.

Anyway the point was about making that lifestyle choice for “everyday” so there is no arguing with yourself about whether today was a good day to eat well, exercise or drink alcohol.

By introducing alcohol back into my life after my 100 day challenge I invited the decision making back, the part that needs real self control but so far have been lucky enough to enjoy a few drinks, mainly on a Sunday evening I’ll have a glass of wine with my dinner. It’s like a cheers to the end of a long week and ready to jump into the next one.

So now 6/7 days a week I am completely sober which is a far cry from the old me who would drink 2 or 3 drinks for 6/7 days a week. Somehow I am managing to crowd out the noise of wanting to drink with other activities. So even though I am not counting days anymore I am still mindful everyday about what I am doing. I still have to avoid the wine aisle in the supermarket or I find myself picking up one of those individual bottles of wine during my shop, thinking what’s the harm but finding the strength and sensibility to take it out of my trolley before I get to the check out.

Fewer decisions makes for a simpler calmer day.

 

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Down in the mouth

 

Isn’t tooth ache miserable?

17 months ago I suddenly got toothache, it was really bad but the dentist couldn’t do much as I was pregnant, I was told I needed a root canal. So on and off for 6 months or so I suffered with the pain and had to take several courses of antibiotics which I really dislike as they mess with the gut flora which keeps us well.

I had the root canal done but had to have it done 5 times, which was stressful and also in my mind a bit odd, I also complained about another tooth which was niggling but was told it was fine. During these months a growth appeared on my tongue which was ugly and sore and I bit my cheek so deeply it got infected.

I have been scared of the dentist since I was a child, the memory of having the gas mask put over my face and feeling so anxious as I drifted in and out of the room, thankfully medicine has moved on a lot since then but the fear has remained with me, so having to have the same tooth opened and filled 5 times and the pain not easing was really emotional.

Long story short, my dentist wasn’t very good, I have been to a new one who came very highly recommended and £3000 plus later I am getting sorted.

I need to see a specialist to finish my root canal as it has been left infected for so long now so I’m hoping it can be saved, the other niggly tooth did need attention and is now fine, I have been referred to the hospital for my tongue and with some ointment my cheek has now healed.

It’s been really miserable, but for the first time in absolutely ages I don’t have face ache, how splendid.

My appointment is Tuesday next week and I hope to receive a letter from the hospital soon.

Oh and the moderate thing is working still, since my last blog I have had 1 maybe 2 drinks per week, so I’m happy with that just now.

We have also recently celebrated a little person turning 3, her birthday was wonderful. We caught the steam train from Corfe Castle to Swanage and enjoyed a typically british day by the sea with fish and chips, ice cream and rain!

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