So I have been quiet here for a bit. I have been dealing with a lot of personal moments of chaos and sadness. 8/9 would have been my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I am floating around the same weight now for going on 2 months and that adds to my frustration. Also had an incident at my job involving kidnappers, police, Homeland Security and inappropriate backlash from superiors. If that weren’t enough, a good friend got engaged, another is diagnosed with bone cancer (whom I am supposed to marry to my best friend in a month) not to mention returning to classes while juggling work and a new internship.
I advocate self-care and yet still struggle with participating in it. I have been cycling a lot - about 100 miles a week - and that’s my heart of sanity. Yet there is a hollowness rattling in my bones and I cannot find any sense of peace. I am used to being busy - I just feel that the extensive amounts of transitions are catching up with me. My boss doesn’t seem to care I am switching roles - thereby indirectly nullifying my sense of belonging there, let alone invalidating the work I’ve done. And not seeing much shift in my weight loss journey is challenging my sense of purpose despite improving my health. I have dropped 3 sizes even though the scale reflects no difference. That’s what I am holding on to; I am down 105 pounds and need to remember that is a huge accomplishment my body has allowed me to experience.
But I feel that I need to broaden my perspective on what matters currently. The void is loud as hell and my thoughts are echoing out of bounds. Not relapsing into unhealthy eating patterns is progress, even if I can’t see the difference physically. Right? I know I will get there - it’s just hazardous in my head right now.
Thanks for reading and listening to my gripes… We got this, right?