Yeledov
Member
Content warning: losing a pet
Hi all. I think I’m looking for some understanding of my fear after slipping off my usual eating plan.
A little backstory: Sunday night I had to take my chihuahua mix, Zoe, to the emergency vet. I stayed up all night in my car (covid restrictions) while they tried to stabilize her. Zozo has had seizures since she was a year old and they had finally become uncontrollable. So at 7:30 am, I had to let her go. I have a lot of experience with pets passing on. I’m pretty pragmatic about it usually. But, I freakin’ loved this dog. We bonded very strongly. She was with me when I was doing ECT for my depression and all through my transition. It was only six years but they were packed and important years.
The first thing I wanted was a big sugar-filled coffee drink and a breakfast sandwich. My partner, who had been with me all night, didn’t question my request and took me straight to the Starbucks. Now, it isn’t my partner’s job to police my food intake. This is all on me. I ate whatever came into my head that day. At dinner I kind of shook myself out of it and pulled out my small plates to keep my portions small.
Since Monday, I’ve had some unplanned eating and I’m afraid of backsliding. My pre-op diet starts on the 24th. I feel like I need to get back to some very intentional eating. My spouse and my partner tell me I’m too hard on myself. That I may have slipped after a stressful, sleepless night, and a very sad morning but that I recovered well.
So I put my question to the forum. After a morning and afternoon of unhealthy food and portions, is it enough that I recovered that night? Am I falling into a perfectionist/all or nothing mindset? Or am I right to be concerned that, pre-op, I responded to my grief in a way that would likely make me very sick post-op?
Thanks.
Hi all. I think I’m looking for some understanding of my fear after slipping off my usual eating plan.
A little backstory: Sunday night I had to take my chihuahua mix, Zoe, to the emergency vet. I stayed up all night in my car (covid restrictions) while they tried to stabilize her. Zozo has had seizures since she was a year old and they had finally become uncontrollable. So at 7:30 am, I had to let her go. I have a lot of experience with pets passing on. I’m pretty pragmatic about it usually. But, I freakin’ loved this dog. We bonded very strongly. She was with me when I was doing ECT for my depression and all through my transition. It was only six years but they were packed and important years.
The first thing I wanted was a big sugar-filled coffee drink and a breakfast sandwich. My partner, who had been with me all night, didn’t question my request and took me straight to the Starbucks. Now, it isn’t my partner’s job to police my food intake. This is all on me. I ate whatever came into my head that day. At dinner I kind of shook myself out of it and pulled out my small plates to keep my portions small.
Since Monday, I’ve had some unplanned eating and I’m afraid of backsliding. My pre-op diet starts on the 24th. I feel like I need to get back to some very intentional eating. My spouse and my partner tell me I’m too hard on myself. That I may have slipped after a stressful, sleepless night, and a very sad morning but that I recovered well.
So I put my question to the forum. After a morning and afternoon of unhealthy food and portions, is it enough that I recovered that night? Am I falling into a perfectionist/all or nothing mindset? Or am I right to be concerned that, pre-op, I responded to my grief in a way that would likely make me very sick post-op?
Thanks.