Glad to hear your mood lightened a bit from original post. I couldn't help but be reminded of the "angry, impatient period" I went through just prior to relapse. I remember there was a woman at the gym who always seemed to choose the stairclimber in front of my treadmill. K...just have to say it...she had a weird bum and she wore thong underwear that's outline showed through her yoga pants and clench and chomp at her buttocks in a most unflattering way.
I have no idea why...but it drove me insane with anger. Why couldn't this woman wear proper freakin underwear? Why was she subjecting the world to this spectacle. I swear to God I almost went and bought her a La Senza gift card to buy new undies.
It was irrational and ridiculous..my insane anger over this poor woman's inability to know what her own arse looked like. No idea why it troubled me so...
I ended up simply changing gym times (and oh yeah...eventually drinking).
I think its part of process... one I didn't quite make it through last time but need to be wary of this time.