Yesterday 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.
But 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