fallentshirtYesterday was a mess.  It was a falling-down-day.  It was one of those days when things got to me. I didn’t get much sleep the night before. Maybe I was overtired.  Maybe it was the weather – it was colder and gloomy and rained most of the day.

I had forgotten we had a birthday lunch to celebrate at work. Of course, I overate.  Then I felt bad about it for the rest of the day. I could have exercised more when I got home but didn’t.  I chose to wallow in the misery instead. I didn’t stop with lunch either. I had a candy bar when I got home.

It was hard yesterday to listen to the travel and vacation plans going on around me.  A co-worker headed home to the West Coast.  A relative planning an anniversary trip to Hawaii.  Me?  I’m lucky if I get to go to an exotic spot in New York State (Utica, anyone?).  We’re just not in that place in our lives right now.  Hubby drives a truck.  He’s home 34 hours a week.  We don’t do vacations. I let that get to me, too.

Yes, I was feeling really sorry for myself yesterday. Most of the time I can shake it off and look around me and count my blessings.  Yesterday I didn’t.  I read a fellow blogger’s post about losing a treasured pet, and that also took me back to all the much loved pets that we’ve lost.  Yep, dark and scary yesterday. Not a good place to be.

zumbaBut today is a better day.  I woke up feeling refreshed and feeling much better. I let myself wallow yesterday, but I’ve shaken it off.  I’ve already done my homemade version of Zumba. I am ready to face the day and face the scale tonight. Today I can see the sunshine breaking through the clouds and I can put yesterday behind me (where it belongs).

Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy.  ~Cynthia Nelms





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