Walking On Quicksand

You know when I was a little girl, I couldn’t imagine what quicksand was all about. Clear as anything, I remember the day my mum told me about it and I was fascinated by the concept that the ground beneath your feet could suck you down and swallow you whole. I had nightmares about it for weeks afterwards and I’m not kidding when I say it was years after that conversation before I set foot on a beach again, I mean there was no point in taking chances, right? As far as I was concerned, fat girls would sink quicker.

I don’t know for sure, but I imagine this is what it feels like, to walk on quicksand. With every step forward, it seems like I’m getting sucked further and further away from the next step forward after that. Wednesday was my day one, and it was going okay until I had a little wobble over a catered lunch. I pulled it back in the nick of time but dwelled on my semi-okay lunch all afternoon.

It turned out to be a really long day. I’d done no planning whatsoever, on account of getting back from my weekend away too late the day before. I figured I’d just wing it in a healthy way. Because I’m good at doing that…ah. That’s right, my bad…I’m not good at doing that. I knew it was one of those. Who the fuck am I kidding?

When I walked through the door after twelve hours and a long commute, off the back of a night with disturbed sleep listening for robbers, my resolve cracked into a million pieces and I fell headlong into the wrong kind of supper. You don’t need the detail, but it was a definite screw-up. I’d also missed my exercise class after getting stuck in traffic. I was tired and I was still freaking out about bad men in my back yard so I didn’t go swim either. In the space of an hour I pissed off the God of Pain, irked my boy and ate my bodyweight in crap.

However, I got up yesterday and had another stab at it. Even though I was tired and grumpy after yet another disturbed night, where between the hours of one and five sleep had eluded me in favour of having ears on high alert whilst Charlie-dog snored quietly right next to me. I ignored all that and threw myself into the business of day one. And last night when I got in I ate a healthy supper. Go me, right?

Wrong. I’d actually used up all my calories by mid-afternoon so technically no matter how healthy my supper was, I shouldn’t have been eating supper at all.

I’m acutely aware that I’m bouncing around all over the fucking place. But I’m trying to be forgiving of myself. I’ve had a massive shock and my defences are low on account of all this broken sleep. There’s no question that at the moment, my Asshole voice is ruling the roost.

I do have a plan. A friend of mine is coming to sort out my CCTV today, and install security lighting, service my burglar alarm system and fit additional locks to the back door. That will help me sleep more soundly in my bed. I’ve not wanted to leave the house un-guarded this week but I think all the additional security will encourage me to stop acting like a fucking drama queen. And stop eating the wrong kind of supper.

It’s been a funny old week. But today is day one, right? Let’s hope this one sticks…I’d love to meet day two tomorrow 🙂


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10 thoughts on “Walking On Quicksand

    1. Hello Miss, yes I’m good thanks…I made it right to the end of day one, went to the gym and had a swim today. I’m on fire! 🙂

  1. I think once you have all your security systems up and running and you have the weekend to be home and nest you will start to feel better, sleep better and find your resolve again. And stop beating yourself up.
    Hang in there xxx

    1. Aw thanks Jo…CCTV is up and running, alarm serviced and the rest is in the process of getting sorted. I’m starting to feel better already!!

  2. I hope getting the extra security helps you sleep better.

    My eating and exercise tend to suffer when I don’t sleep well too.

    Get some rest and get back on track this weekend.

  3. Wow, somehow I completely missed your last post so didn’t know what you were talking about here until I searched back. How scary. Glad you are ok.

    Talking of fight or flight, my daughter is the utter opposite to you. A couple of times in scary situation (like a fire alarm in a building, or even a loud siren outside when she was littler) she has sprinted AWAY from danger – and me! Putting herself potentially at risk in her panic. I think she would have run into the road if not prevented. So flight is not necessarily safer than fight, you are in adrenalin mode and not thinking logically either way.

    1. Oh bless her! You’re right, it’s pure instinct…I am the biggest wuss ever, and it’s the exact opposite to how I thought I’d react!!

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