Boy! I've certainly been Debbie Downer lately.
I hate getting into these funks, but I know we all need to experience them once in a while, it's how we learn and grow. There is a part of me that is feeling a bit better today, but I have a ways to get it all together.
My cold is just about gone and my shoulder pain seems to be at bay. I was able to have a kick ass session at the gym. Did a 5 minute warm up on the arc trainer, my 30 minute kick ass session with the trainer and then 15 minutes on the bike. It was the first time in a week that I was able to go from one activity to the next with little to no troubles. It's about time this cold takes it's ball and goes home!
Having a kick ass session in the gym did help (a little) with my mental status. When I have a good workout, I generally feel like I can take on the world. And I felt like that until I walked in the door to the house and realized how much work I had to do to get the place in order. There were three loads of laundry (folded) that needed to be put away, the floors needed sweeping and/or a good vacuum and the dishes were piling up. That was all I could see when I walked in the door. I HATE leaving the house dirty in the morning. I really do. And this is why. I fought the tears and frustration and got myself together so I could pick my little guy up at school. I then avoided coming home because I just didn't want to deal with all the crap that needed to get done around the house.
I fought tears for a lot of today. I need a break and there just isn't one coming in the near future. I had to push that all aside and just "do it". Now that everything is (mostly) done, I feel like a huge ton of bricks has been lifted off my shoulders.
I worked with a different trainer on Wednesday - Bob is his name. Anyway, he asked me what my triggers are for food and/or eating. This would be a huge one! When I am overwhelmed with a million and one things to do, especially when I am burned out, that's when I will eat. I caught myself doing just that earlier this week. Instead of just doing the chores or whatever it was I needed to do, I found myself scouring the cabinet for a distraction. If I'm eating, I can't be cleaning (or whatever it is I need to do that I'm clearly avoiding).
I'm most certainly an emotional eater! I beat (most) of those emotions today though. I just did what I needed to do and now I can concentrate on me.