Isn't it kind of nice to be stressed sometimes? It's like a thousand possible decisions have been taken out of our hands.
You can't commit to going to spin class on Thursday, because you're just so stressed out! You can't plan your meals for the next week because you are busy, busy, busy! How in the world can you know if you'll be free to run a 5k in March -- and train for it -- when you don't even know where your boss is going to send you on assignment next week? Right?
That used to be my life. Now I have a new job. What do I miss? My stress.
Stress is what kept me from feeling sad. Stress is what kept me from asking myself why I was eating too much. Stress kept a lot of feelings at bay.
This Thanksgiving, I experienced a real lack of stress. To tell you the truth, there was so little stress, it kind of stressed me out! What was I supposed to worry about...when there was nothing to worry about?
I can find a lot of things, of course. There's always cause for concern in this world, sadly.
But right now, my job is to focus on me. What have I been hiding under all my stress?
So I made one of these:
It's got apples, and brown sugar, and lemon, and a lot more brown sugar. I make it once a year, at M's special request. And we've been eating it, slowly, piece by piece, for the past three days.
And we are taking a lot of walks in Central Park, mainly because we can see this:
But I think my favorite might be this. It was taken with a crappy cell phone, but it was a beautiful Thanksgiving weekend day, and I don't think our walk could have been more perfect.
My goals are simple: walk as much as I can, eat small bites and even smaller portions, and find at least one reason to laugh each day.
Tomorrow is another chance for a good day. Probably won't be perfect, but I can make it a good day.
May 23rd, 2016 Along This Road
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