For the second time in as many months, I find myself sick. My unofficial coach/therapist (my Mom, that is) thinks it’s an indication that something’s not right in my life. There is lots of stress and uncertainty right now, and I think she may have a point. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to take care of yourself when there’s other work/people/things to take care of. After a full day spent in bed yesterday, I got up this morning and realized that a lot of what’s plaguing me is at my own hand. I mean I am stressed beyond what a more delicate woman could handle, I think, and instead of being smart about taking care of my health in order to deal with that stress, I focus on the things that are completely out of my control at work, at home, etc.
All I had to eat yesterday was a packet of Emergen-C and a rootbeer. The day before? A handful of almonds and a rootbeer (rootbeer is delicious when you have a cold – so sweet, and the bubbles do a throat good.)
That kind of living is ridiculous. Today is my Monday — the start of my week. I’m hoping to make a change, take a leap, or at least eat some vegetables.