I’m having one of those days when I feel completely uncomfortable in my own skin.
I feel fat, bloated and uncomfortable in my clothes.
It’s the kind of day, physically at least, that I wish I could have stayed home wearing the ugly, but so comfortable, clothes that only my close family ever get to see my in.
Mentally and emotionally I’m feeling good. I’ve had a positive, productive, day. But, I have just hated feeling my body.
These kinds of days can lead to downward spirals. I feel ugly and gross and all negative about myself and so, I feed that monster and, naturally, it grows.
But, I’m all about trying to learn and grow and get, even just, a teensy bit better each time.
I started this post yesterday on my way home from work. It’s now Saturday and it’s been a brutal day.
I’ve been down, cranky, weary and emotional all day long. I’ve eaten, pretty much, nothing but carbs, barely drunk any water and sat around a fair amount.
Then I danced with my son. After getting moving and raising my heart rate a little bit, I am already feeling better.
Now, sitting here, I decided to finish what I’d started (this post) and then get up and do some cleaning, and maybe even a workout. In the very least, I’ll do some cleaning and then some meal prep for tomorrow because I’m determined to eat better.
These kinds of spirals used to bring me down for months, then they began only lasting for a month, then a few weeks, a week, a few days and maybe now, a couple of days.
I am making progress.
And, with that, I sign of for the night so I can get my ass off the couch and do something productive that will keep me going in the right direction.
Every little bit helps.