Sunday was a yucky day.
There was family drama.
Texting was involved.
Phone calls were involved.
(all before 9 am!)
There were clothes that didn’t fit right.
My everlasting food baby.
“that-feeling-you-get-when-you-feel-fat-because-fat-is-not-a-feeling” was involved.
Whatever. I felt fat.
I must learn how to cope with days like these.
Naturally, I decided to blog about it. Writing is how I express myself and learn, how I find the “beautiful” in the “struggle.”
And it makes me happy. Helps me cope.
I grabbed my camera (I love me my show-and-tell) and documented my day so I could see what works and what doesn’t.
I busied myself with cleaning, a short walk, and eating breakfast (that I did not want.) I tried to relax by watching my favorite Sunday morning show.
And reading blogs.
The texting continued.
The phone calls Continued.
Enough was enough.
I think it’s important in our recovery to put ourselves first sometimes.
I decided it was time to “shut it down”
I turned my phone off, got my secret ninja gear together (socks, heating pad, sweater)
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and took to my bed.
I believe napping has magical healing powers.
I woke up. I ate a lunch (that I was not hungry for) and decided to do something enjoyable and productive that got me out of my own head.
So I volunteered at my local homeless shelter
went to Whole Foods.
Where I picked up a stiff drink….
necessities. I mean things I can’t live without
things I don’t want to live without.
I did some “window shopping.”
Why have I yet to see these on someone’s blog?
I know I’m not the only one who can entertain themselves at Whole Foods. I’ve been known to make a date of it with friends.
Speaking of window shopping:
I’d love to be a person getting free groceries…but
(All together now) “If it sounds too good to be true…it’s probably multi-level marketing.”
Also in the parking lot,
I contemplated the high price of American urine. (sorry)
And acknowledged the fact I can never complain about the cost of gas again.
How much would this stuff cost by the gallon?
I’ll let you do the math. I suck at it.
Needless to say, my mind was occupied.
Then I headed to the gym.
Where I chilled out in the sauna.
Because when your this hot, you gotta go in the sauna to chill.
Though even I have my limits.
I prepared to get my swim on and heard,
“Missy what were you taking pictures of in there?”
(I have a lots of friends at the gym)
Friends who think nothing of it when you explain
“I like to take ridiculous pictures and post them on the internet.”
Friends who smile when you tell them they will become one of those ridiculous pictures.
Light-hearted conversations with random acquaintances = awesome. People who ask “How are you?” and are fine with “Partly cloudy, chance of rain.”
No need to bring up the extended forecast or the barometric pressure.
This combined with endorphins from exercise ALWAYS make me feel better.
I left the gym with a smile.
(Despite my food baby, family drama, tight pants.)
At home I knocked around a bit…teevee, drafting this post, reading, eating dinner (that I was not hungry for.)
I got my thoughts out in email form and hit send.
That was nice.
I felt like climbing the walls
or climbing out of my skin.
I wasn’t interested in doing anything. I wasn’t tired.
I decided to PUT MYSELF TO BED.
Like a child.
I Brushed my teeth,
Turned on my “happy-dream-noise-machine,”
a pair of happy socks,
And “shut her down.”
Sometimes, the best way to cope is to be a parent to ourselves <—click here.
Ever need to just separate yourself from other people’s drama an just “do you?”
Have you found ways to cope for yucky days?