Sentences with phrase «then guilt about»

Then I worry, am I having an attack, and then the guilt about the last time I had been to the doc for a regular physical haunts me.

Not exact matches

While some patients might feel contrite about professing a love for the Canadian public system and then paying for care, when it comes to their health, that's a guilt many patients are willing to bear.

Then they came for those who had gamed the student visa system to get permanent residency, and I felt a twinge of guilt about Rajiv, who I used to go drinking with before I landed my job at Megabank Inc..

If you don't care if you are drunk or not, and feel no guilt about it once you're sober, then you are not addicted.

Unlike the Christian god that wouldn't ever change his mind or doctrine... except for cursing the world for eating an apple... except for telling Abraham to sacrifice his son, but then stopping him... and except for killing nearly all life on Earth and then because of the guilt says I'll never to do that ever again - in exactly that way... and except for deciding that 2 of himself (Father and Spirit) weren't enough any more, and creating / fathering / spiriting as Son... and except for forgiving all sin, when «In the beginning» he had cursed the universe for the eating of an apple, by having his creation torture and kill his only begotten Son... and except for having to repeat himself about the unchanging eternal rules, to Abraham, Moses, Jesus, Saul / Paul, Mohammed, Joseph Smith, Bahá «u «lláh, David Koresh, and a whole host of others... and except for... and except for...

Then I'd go to Sunday meetings, and it was ALL about feelings: setting, mood, allegory, guilt, hope, comraderie... WTF?

It seems that for my Western Christian friends, if missionaries did not justify by their field labors the guilt the West carries about the mischief of the white race in the rest of the world, then other missionaries would have to be invented to justify that guilt.

Then they would have laid on major guilt about making everyone wait.

«But I didn't feel guilt about it then.

Women should understand this so that they do not mistakenly feel that the breast implants are responsible and then carry an intense feeling of guilt about their decision to have breast augmentation.»

As each time I try to mention sex to my husband he takes me on a guilt trip, and then finally telling me that a marriage is not all about sex its more than that... recently for my birthday for the first time in four years he didn't reject me... i got a pity sex lasted for like a min but even for that 1 min I felt desired I felt wanted and i saw a tiny ray of hope that things would be different from this point on.

So many women don't breastfeed, because they were told they «can't» for whatever reason (and of course I'm not talking about the 1 % of women who are legitimately medically incapable of breastfeeding), so when they see another mother doing it, they feel a combination of resentment towards themselves and guilt, and then turn that resentment outwards onto the mother.

Then, when I finally decided to stop, I felt guilt about that, too, and dreaded bottle - feeding her.

And then, of course, theres that great nutritious spa food and enough exercise to remove any guilt about eating it.

If you constantly worry about how much protein you eat, and actually start to feel stress and emotional discomfort if you think you haven't eaten enough protein, then you may be suffering from protein guilt.

While if we're stressed about that gram of gluten and obsessing over whether our belly is expanding, then our bodies react negatively; stress takes priority over digestion, and that's when we accumulate fat (not to mention the guilt overpowers our happiness).

Although we are passionate about healthy recipes and a healthy lifestyle, we are not opposed to having some guilt free treats now and then.

Joanna's ensuing hypocritical behavior going out on the town with Alex, first at dinner with his candid publisher, Truman (Griffin Dunne), and then alone on a rooftop, are ostensibly intended to reveal how her suspicions about Michael were a manifestation of her own latent desires (and related guilt).

I felt there was a combination of guilt for her star having surpassed his, and her own conflicted feelings about having married a man she knew was a cheater and then having grown enough to leave him for the same reason.

Also, it's easy for some to become focused on earning, earning, earning, but then they feel some sort of guilt about using their hard - earned miles or points.

Why is it that those who we would then purchase our energy from have no such guilt about energy production?

If not for Rafferty, then for people like Paul Bernardo, where there are clear videos that appear to dismiss any doubts about their guilt.

They then completed a questionnaire that assessed their feelings of guilt, their relationship with that person, how often they thought about that transgression, how responsible they felt for the transgression, and how severe they perceived the transgression.

I'm pretty sure if we are pressured enough to change the date then there will be something else for the Aboriginal middle - class activists and guilt - ridden whitefellas to be offended about.

Guilt is a normal emotion that should get our attention, but then it should be a managed emotion by using our flexible thinking about our future options.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.