I had a day today.
I’m currently working night shift. Got zero sleep today, will get zero (except maybe an hour or so while getting my tattoo) sleep tomorrow.
I may be able to nap on my break.
I cleaned my house.
I conversed with my landlord about my housing situation (long story, we’re all hoping not to be homeless in August).
I had a conversation with my mother about her dog. And a road trip. And how I was not interested in adding 3 or 4 hours drive onto my drive home on Sunday (7 hours already and you want me to detour for another 3 or 4 when I found a solution so I don’t have to?)
By the time 4pm hit, I was stressed to the hilt. Still cleaning my house, peeking into the pantry every time I cleaned something back there and checking out the chips there. Thinking about the cheesecake bites in the freezer.
I tried to call someone – but she was busy and then it didn’t happen.
My Sexxy Chef was at work.
I was on the verge. The stress eating was almost there.
And then… I looked at the time, looked at my treadmill and got dressed and went for a run.
2 awesome things happened.
- I wasn’t as stressed. That diminished considerably
- I ran faster today for a longer, more sustained period of time than I have before.
I’m on week 2 of C25K. 90 seconds running, 2 mins walking.
I’m running at 5 miles per hour. For 90. Fucking. Seconds.
So take THAT stress eating.
Fuck right off.
Because I ran my stress away. And I did it BETTER than I have before.
I PUSHED myself because I was angry.
And I DID it.
Fuck stress eating. I’m going to go for a run when I’m stressed. It’s way better.