15 minutes. That is all the time I allow myself to be upset about something before trying to fix it.
Someone who I care about very very deeply said something to me that wasn’t supposed to be mean and was intended as a joke but it made my eyes well up and feel like I was sliding down a slippery slope into inevitable fatness which brings with it being miserable, alone and sad like I was those 6 years ago before I had lost so much weight. It made me panic. It made me feel like a failure. It hurt. It was what I needed to hear though, I think.