The more I share, the more I find people who seem to find some value in what I am saying. While that's great, what you all help me most with is realizing that I'm not the only one out there that feels this way.
This week, I've struggled with peace. If you've read my blog before, you might have read about my anxiety and depression. This week, it wasn't so much that either were out of hand, it was just that my mind was misfiring. My stress responses were up – everything seemed like such a big deal, yet some weeks these same things would have not caused any stress. My sleep was poor (which isn't anything new, but this week I felt it more). This resulted in just feeling overwhelmed.
My mind likes to work non-stop, and just goes on and on and on until I've got a headache at all of the ideas or yelling that my brain is doing. This week, it was shouting at me for some reason.
Some of you read my guest post over at MizFit's blog, and it sounded so clear and focused. It was written in a moment of clarity a few weeks ago, and even though I wrote it, I read it today with very different lenses on – the lenses of someone unsure, unconfident, tired and emotionally drained. I didn't make poor eating or exercise decisions this week, so no worries there, but my restless mind created discourse in my brain.
I am rambling because I realize that you can't have it one way or the other all the time. There are peaks and valleys. While the stress I write of here on this particular day isn't directly tied to weight loss, it is so similar. No 2 days or even 2 hours might be perfect. The struggle to make everything perfect is something that is a losing battle.
