Bad Days
I don't get these kind of days often, but when I do, they're doozies.
I woke up Ok. But as the day progressed my mood turned funky. I have no clue what, if anything, catapulted me in to a blue mood. I'm normally a happy person, so when I have blue days like this, I tend to worry. I worry that I'm going in to a solid funk and it's going to last.
It's no secret that I'm experiencing issues with my leg. That has me perplexed, for more than one reason. It's keeping me from doing the things that I normally thrive on doing at the gym.
Some say I'm obsessed. What they don't realize is that my time in the gym is my "me time". It's where I go to think things through, give myself a pep talk, work off stress and tension and "fill my cup" with mojo so that I function better each day. I'm not getting that right now. In fact, what's more troubling is that my desire to even go to the gym has diminished - drastically. I never made it there at all last week. Not even sure I care. Well, I do - otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it.
I need to get a grip, and get it real soon. I've walked down the whole pity-party path before and it was hell to get off of. I don't ever want to go through that again. I've worked too hard to get to achieve what I've done.
I need a huge dose of whoop-ass on myself to get me away from this funk I seem to be heading towards.
I woke up Ok. But as the day progressed my mood turned funky. I have no clue what, if anything, catapulted me in to a blue mood. I'm normally a happy person, so when I have blue days like this, I tend to worry. I worry that I'm going in to a solid funk and it's going to last.
It's no secret that I'm experiencing issues with my leg. That has me perplexed, for more than one reason. It's keeping me from doing the things that I normally thrive on doing at the gym.
Some say I'm obsessed. What they don't realize is that my time in the gym is my "me time". It's where I go to think things through, give myself a pep talk, work off stress and tension and "fill my cup" with mojo so that I function better each day. I'm not getting that right now. In fact, what's more troubling is that my desire to even go to the gym has diminished - drastically. I never made it there at all last week. Not even sure I care. Well, I do - otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it.
I need to get a grip, and get it real soon. I've walked down the whole pity-party path before and it was hell to get off of. I don't ever want to go through that again. I've worked too hard to get to achieve what I've done.
I need a huge dose of whoop-ass on myself to get me away from this funk I seem to be heading towards.
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