As much as I hate referring to my eating disorder as "ED" this morning is a great example of those thoughts taking over my life. First I was planning on going swimming...oh so obsessive of me considering I spent all day yesterday snowboarding (wooohooo!!). Then, when I woke up, I decided I was too tired and sore to swim. That was a very difficult decision to make and it left me sort of discontent. I spent my last hour in bed restlessly wondering what yoga class I could go to today for some kind of a work out.
I got up, went online, found the class schedule and discovered that there is a class at 9am that would be ideal...but I wouldn't be able to have breakfast beforehand (I hate doing yoga on a full stomach and you're not really supposed to anyway). So... anxiety drove me back to the schedule and, upon closer examination, I found a perfect class later this afternoon.
Situation resolved; but doesn't it seem so silly? Normal people don't worry about these things or get upset when they're routine is uprooted.
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