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!)
It’s really easy to only write about happy things. I like writing about accomplishments. I get downright giddy sharing a life hack that helped me. It is not fun, however, exposing the underbelly of emotion. The emotions that bubble up and catch you unawares. The emotions that make you crawl into yourself and hide until it’s all better. Sadly, I’m not being a very authentic person if you only get the good side.
Yesterday was just rough. For the first time in 3 diligent months I just did NOT care about my macros. I did fine all day but by the time dinner rolled around I was in such a mood that pretty much said, “Screw it” and ate whatever I wanted. (Thankfully I don’t really keep much in my apartment.) I had cleaned my office earlier in the day and in doing so it brought up a lot of emotions and memories. Other than a few items, I hadn’t changed anything since the divorce. All in all, I was lonely and sad. And apparently ate my feelings (they taste like macaroni and cheese among other things.)
Afterwards I felt like such a failure. That is not a great place to be, nor is it at all healthy mentally. It was one day; one meal. Lucky for me, my best girl called me out on these unhealthy thoughts and brought me around. These days are going to happen. I’ve got to manage my emotions, anticipate how I need to handle things, and not revert to my old way of stress/emotion management. Life isn’t going to be easy and these moments are going to happen again. And that’s ok.
Today, my friend, is a new day. And that’s ok too.
TODAY I LOVE: opening a new tube of toothpaste (it’s evenly distributed!)
I’m here. I did it. I stopped blogging quite some time ago because life just got HARD. Overwhelming. Not only that, I tried to make my blog something that it wasn’t and it just added more stress than I needed. So I’m beginning again.
The other day I tried to figure out exactly when I started blogging. I couldn’t find a real date, but gosh, it was early 2000’s easy. I blogged to talk about my fitness journey and to meet people. It was really nothing more than an online journal. I met so many wonderful people. The people stayed but the blog changed.
It’s time to take it back to the beginning again. Like this blog, I’m kind of starting over too. Here in a few short months I will have been divorced for an entire year. In a week, I’ll have lived on my own for a year. I think this first year has really been fight-or-flight. I’ve covered my needs. Now I’m discovering, now that all my basic needs are met, that I’ve got some major ground work to do physically, emotionally, and spiritually within myself. Times are a changin’.
Welcome to my new personal journal. I’ll write about my life, how I’m dealing with it, my victories, my defeats, and a whole lot of fitness stuff. There might not be a single person out there who reads this and honestly I’m at the point in my life that I’m ok with that. This is for me. And if by some lucky chance that I meet some lovely people along the way, well, that’s just bonus happies.
TODAY I LOVE: the new “Beauty and the Beast” soundtrack