Wednesday must be funk day here in Bloggerville. Some of my favorite people are either outright struggling or in some sort of a funk. Me, I'm more in the funk-y camp. I've spent the morning trying to decide what was causing my woe-ette-is-me frame of mind.
The nutshell version is this: I'm irritated that the scale is moving in a direction that is unexpected and, I think, unwarranted. I'm irritated that whatever new security features installed on my laptop prevent me from leaving comments on some blogs. I hate all my clothes. Pebbles made a remark that sort of stung a little bit. Or rather, I chose to be stung - my issue, not hers. I am dreading the conversation with Bick that should come soon. It will be a difficult talk to have, but it needs to be done. Valentine's Day will be the next opportunity to have a face-to-face. Am I the woman who breaks up with someone on Valentine's Day? Am I the woman who goes through Valentine's Day knowing what's coming? Or on his birthday? Bitch.Whine.Moan.
And then I went back through my archives - dating back to 2001 and reread some of the stuff from earlier times. Boy, am I glad I'm in THIS February versus some of the other Februarys. I like the 2010 Roxie much better than the far-more-frantic woman of years before. I'm in a much better, much healthier (on many levels) space than I've been before. Good things - keeping an eye on the overall journey rather than just whatever twinge today. It's important to stay in the moment, but getting a bigger perspective can sometimes help.
Good workout this morning, plus I went again last night to keep myself from an "hominy oatcake" experience. I don't know what's on tap for the noon hour.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Progress, not perfection.