I’ve been putting this post off. To be honest, based on my mood right now I probably shouldn’t be writing it either, but oh well. You’re getting a very honest and real Sarah today, folks. Hold onto your butts.
A little over a month ago I wrote a blog post about my goals for the next 30-days. I’m afraid to tell you I was unsuccessful with almost all of them. I was 100% on my macros and I followed my lifting program. But everything else? Nada. My weight didn’t move even an inch. After a year of success, followed by 30 days of diet and exercise compliance that resulted in NOTHING…yeah, kinda depressing.
Now, we’re changing up some things and the next two weeks in particular will be a very, very hard reset. Everything about me is out of whack and I’m not really sure why. So yes, there is a plan in place and we’ll figure this out. I will not feel this way forever. That is the only positive thing coming out of this blog post.
I’ve been taking this photography class in my free time. I’ve got several road trips on the docket for this year and I want to be on the top of my game remembering the gorgeous things I’m going to get to see and experience. One of the exercises I’m asked to complete in this class is daily self-portraits. No, I’m not talking about selfies. Ok, I guess they are sort of selfies but a lot more difficult to grab. I took my self-portraits today and decided to get a lot more of my body and not just my face. Let me give you a word of advice. When you’re already feeling REALLY down about your appearance, DON’T DO A SELF-PORTRAIT.
Despite how I’m sure this entire post is coming across, this is not a pity or a woe is me post. I’m just…down. I’ve had lots of ups. I’ve had so many ups that it’s hard to talk to you from the valley of the down.
Professionally I was brilliant this week. I turned my introvert switch off; I sparkled and shined and glowed in my role. It was very, very…up. And now I am not.
So tonight I’m watching old Grey’s Anatomy and eating sushi I bought at the grocery store earlier today. Earlier today I updated apps on my computer and I cleaned out the cabinet in my office. Maybe I’ll start a new book before bed. These are all happy things. So maybe I’m ending this post better than how it started. 🙂
TODAY I LOVE: the smell of grapefruit essential oils being diffused
I’m gonna be candid. It’s been a hell of a few days. I know I go into a lot of things here but all the details that sent me off the deep end are going to remain in my secret journal not my public one. When there are other people involved it gets tricky and I don’t want to cause more drama.
At any rate, I got the news at the end of last week that my ex-husband was engaged. You wouldn’t think something like that would send me off the rails as we have been divorced for over a year now. But it did. It just made me so sad. And, like I said, I’m going to leave a bunch of my thoughts and reasonings private, but hello sadness and depression. And ugly thoughts of myself and self worth.
I wallowed in it for a day and then out of the blue my mom called me and asked me if I wanted to go to the lake with her and my brother. And completely out of character for me, I said yes. I got up off the couch, put on my bikini, and hit the road. An hour and 15 minutes later, I was on the water and soaking up the sun. It was 95 degrees outside, the water temp was 86 degrees and PERFECT.
My brother was his typical silly, fun-loving, people-person self. He played “photographer” and held his own photoshoot with my phone (the picture above.). It was so stinking funny. And you know what, I kind of value all those stupid pictures on my phone. Because that is a genuine, free, and willing smile. I was laughing so hard at that moment. And I’m so thankful I have record of it to go back on. Even looking at it now it makes me smile. I wasn’t thinking about my past life. I wasn’t thinking about my current life. I wasn’t thinking about all the things I have OR don’t have. I wasn’t thinking about who loves me and who doesn’t. I had JOY.
So I’m going to keep staring at this photo and remembering to choose joy. Because the rest of the crap that is lingering in my psyche is just literally just crap. It’s jaded thoughts, it’s distorted memories, and it’s the past. Choose. Joy. This is my reminder that I CAN set it all aside and be happy. Happiness can creep up and overtake the crap. This picture is evidence. I’m so, so thankful for it. So thankful.
I’m not normally spontaneous, but this one little trip gave me a hard-shift to my perspective and thoughts.
TODAY I LOVE: pool floaties
138 day move streak. 4 perfect months. 21 pounds and 23 inches lost. I’ve had quite the string of accomplishments lately. I’m not trying to brag; I’m just proud of myself. That’s a lot. I had (have) a long way to go. I started this year wanting to be healthier not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. And until the last week or so, I’ve totally killed it. And then I didn’t.
My boyfriend flew home. My best friend flew away. I went back to work where a new season of stressors awaited. My mom had surgery. My brother got hurt. I got food poisoning or a stomach bug or something. It felt like my life was full of all my favorite things and people and then a big vacuum sucked it all away. And it left me empty.
In that emptiness I let go of all the things I worked so hard for. I didn’t count my macros. I didn’t go to the gym. I went to work and I came home. I watched a lot of Grey’s Anatomy. I did everything to fill the void but actually deal with it. It was truly like I had a mild case of a kind of depression. Nothing really made me happy.
Thankfully, I knew to get myself out of it I’d have to look ahead. It would all pass. I made goals for July. I visited my family. I watched the clouds and reprioritized. I think I’m ready to start over.
I won’t lie; even writing this is as cathartic as it is embarrassing. It’s humbling to admit that mentally I went from wonder woman to fragile vase in a matter of hours. But the reality is I’m human. And these days/weeks are going to happen. I won’t be perfect all the time. I’ve got to learn to cope better. This was a cold reality check that I really don’t have it all together yet. My old mechanisms are still there, under the surface, and will attack if I don’t deal. I didn’t deal.
So I’m starting over. I don’t know how much strength I’ve lost from my week off, but I was at least pleased(?) to note that my scale hadn’t went up any. I hadn’t lost (despite the stomach bug) but at least hadn’t truly gained. It’s going to take me a bit longer to gain my mental strength back.
I wrote this post for me. It’s a checkpoint; a reminder for the future. Thanks for hanging with me.
TODAY I LOVE: Aussie brand deep conditioner (it smells so good!)