On (not) eating my feelings.

This was a rough week for me. On Monday, I got some pretty crappy news that was a major letdown. I missed Zumba that evening because reasons. Then on Tuesday, I got some more bad news that probably seemed worse because of Monday's bad news.

All I wanted to do was eat my feelings. I wanted to binge, badly. Pizza, slightly underbaked brownies, carbs and sugar.

COME HERE, FEELINGS. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU.

But I didn't. I ate some strawberries instead. I have been going NUTS on strawberries and can put away a quart a week by myself. Well, my dog helps. She looooooooooooves strawberries. And cucumbers. And green beans. She's strange.

I had to stay a bit late at work on Tuesday, and it stormed off and on all day. I almost nixed the walk I had planned after work, but at the last minute the rain let up, and I decided to go anyway. Boy, am I glad I did.

I went to the local Rail Trail park and pounded out four miles of frustration. I let the rhythm of my steps and the quiet of nature melt away all my stress and felt fantastic after I was done. I would never have been able to walk four miles six months ago, but now I can not only do it, but I could walk afterwards. Seriously. I thought I was going to be in pain the next day, but nope, I was fine. No soreness in my shins or feet, just a little tightness in my hips, but nothing to write home about.

A completely not creepy tunnel.

Then I worked a total of 26 hours between Wednesday and Thursday, and somehow, I made it through. And today? Today was a great day. It's my last "off" Friday, and I enjoyed it to the fullest. My man and I got to spend some time together doing some of our favorite stuff: yard sale-ing (sailing?) and going to our favorite local orchard/market. I scored some delicious strawberry seconds for $3.50, and we just had a great day together.

They were seconds because they were funny conjoined strawberries.

This entry has no point. I just wanted to write something about my life. I missed Zumba on Thursday night because I had to work until 9pm (yes, 9pm, and I was there at 7am...), but that's okay. Life happens and if I don't get a workout in, it's not the end of the world. I'm not going to balloon back up 50 pounds because of it.

Speaking of exercise, my team at work got moved back to our main office this weekend, and there is a gym there. I am planning on hitting the treadmill there at LEAST twice a week. *nods*

Next week's workout plan.