And that is perhaps the best/my-most-favorite compliment ever.
Too bad it wasn’t the guy I went on a date with.
Most days, working out makes me feel better.
But most weeks don’t beat me up the way this one has.
I had a list of errands to run/things to do when I left work at 5:30 tonight. I knew I wouldn’t get home and eat dinner until after 8 if I went to the gym. So I decided that today would be my mental health day from the gym.
I’m not going to feel guilty about it. In fact, so far its been pretty great. I took my time making dinner, painted my nails, and caught up on TV while drinking wine. It all feels a bit luxurious for a Thursday, but it feels like just what I needed.
I said a few things out loud today that I’ve been thinking about for the last week. Once I said them out loud, I realized how much they’ve been weighing on me.
I think I’ve been in such a funk this week because I have little to zero control over the things that have been bothering me. Its like an endless waiting game and I’ve decided in the last 24 hours that worrying and stressing will get me nowhere.
It’s been rough but I’m tired of feeling this way. So here’s what I’m going to do about it:
- I will be as proactive as I can be, despite how difficult it might be.
- I will revel in the little, beautiful things like high-fives and hugs.
- I’ll force myself to smile more, because it does wonders for my attitude.
- I will hang out with the kiddos at school, when I can, to lighten mood.
- I will remember that my problems, while they are my own, pale in comparison to real problems. I am healthy. I am strong. I’m smart(ish). If that’s not enough for others, professionally or personally, then those aren’t the people for me.
- I will do nice, unexpected things for others.
- I will relinquish control. I will do what I can, wipe my hands clean, and then wait patiently.
Tomorrow is Friday and for that I am eternally grateful.
Today was better. Not great, but better.
Today was also leg day!!! All the heart eyes. I added in a few extra moves because I had it in me and I was waiting on machines/equipment to free up.
I’m hoping I hurt so good tomorrow.
Its funny. I’ve been going to this gym for nearly two years and people rarely spoke to me. But apparently, if you become a regular in the weight room, people will talk to you. Even if its just small talk about how the standing calf machine feels like its compressing your spine (it totally does).