Read the title of this post aloud, phonetically, & with gusto...I dare you not to smile
Do you ever have one of those days (or weeks, or months?) where everything feels off? You feel crooked and irritable? Easily distracted, overly busy, yet accomplishing nothing? I do. I'm just coming out of one of these mini ruts. It started with this years flu virus. Little slap on my wrist for not getting vaccinated [#buzzword] against it. But sue me. I'm pregnant!
Which BTW - world's GREATEST excuse for everything!!!
(I suggest using it even if you're not - what are people going to do? Argue with a pregnant woman?)
Oops sorry - pregnant!
Baby please? I'm pregnant!
Why is your slice of cake bigger? I'm the pregnant one!
Anyhoo it was simultaneously too soon and too late to get the shot so I didn't. And I suffered for it. With lingering laryngitis and a golf ball lodged in the nook of my throat - I was recently suffering from having an off day. I was home and out of bed but hadn't been out of the house doing anything for what felt like weeks. When the sickness starts to wear off, & television gets old, the mind starts a-wandering & suddenly I find myself in this weird downward spiral of privately owned and operated self deprecation. My thought process goes something like this:
Wow I'm up!
Man I haven't been up in like 6 days
6 days - you're a loser. You weren't even that sick!
Were you throwing up? No. You slept!
You can't do that when you have a child, let alone a new born - what makes you think you should do it now?
God I'm so lame
What have I done in a week? NO-THING
I didn't even read a book...I am a waste of space
Why do I even bother?
With anything?
I should just quit...
Ahhh - repeating my inner thoughts is too depressing...and I must admit - I was feeling it: depressed. I digress, my point? You see how this trajectory starts? And grows? It's terrible. And if you don't make it a personal mission to stop it - you're screwed up depression creek, binge eating Ben n Jerry's out of the carton and then worst of all - feeling sorry for it later. Binge eating ice cream is sometimes a necessary evil I will never deny anyone of, but feeling sorry for it? SUX. When you're already feeling depressed - feeling sorry for something is the last thing to help your cause.
You know what fixes it though? It's a depression remedy I SWEAR by. Listen carefully because it's intense. You ready?
A wonderful cure for that sometimes mild but feels really serious depression is
Saying everything loudly with a hefty Canadian accent makes everything more serious and definitely more fun!
Whether you are going for an invigorating run, a quick walk around the block, or just a short drive across town, I promise you - you can - and if you really want it - YOU WILL feel better.
So on this particular day of feeling down and out, having an off day, a day of being down in the dumps, I forced it upon myself:
First I showered & put on clothes (as opposed to pajamas) - ok ok...this feels alright
Then I put on make up - dang girl at least you clean up nice!
I blew my hair dry - alright if nothing else I look good
And I took off in my humble little Prius for some totally boring errands: Post Office, Target (who can really hate on Target though?), various returns, bladdity blah blah. Then I did something kind of crazy - you know, just to spice things up. I rolled down my windows, plugged in my good ol' aux cable and BLASTED some of my favorite sing along music. With me and my eclectic mix of moody Lana Del Rey, falling in love Ed Sheeran, and classic Beatles I hid behind my sunglasses and sang and car-danced as though no one in the world were watching or listening.
AND MAGIC (as per the now nearly expected usual) I FELT BETTER.
Next time you're not feeling like you - try getting oot of the hoose and let me know how it goes!
Em
Man I haven't been up in like 6 days
6 days - you're a loser. You weren't even that sick!
Were you throwing up? No. You slept!
You can't do that when you have a child, let alone a new born - what makes you think you should do it now?
God I'm so lame
What have I done in a week? NO-THING
I didn't even read a book...I am a waste of space
Why do I even bother?
With anything?
I should just quit...
Ahhh - repeating my inner thoughts is too depressing...and I must admit - I was feeling it: depressed. I digress, my point? You see how this trajectory starts? And grows? It's terrible. And if you don't make it a personal mission to stop it - you're screwed up depression creek, binge eating Ben n Jerry's out of the carton and then worst of all - feeling sorry for it later. Binge eating ice cream is sometimes a necessary evil I will never deny anyone of, but feeling sorry for it? SUX. When you're already feeling depressed - feeling sorry for something is the last thing to help your cause.
You know what fixes it though? It's a depression remedy I SWEAR by. Listen carefully because it's intense. You ready?
A wonderful cure for that sometimes mild but feels really serious depression is
GETTING. OUT. OF. THE. HOUSE.
Mind blown yet? Or as I like to scream in silly collapse worthy laughter with some of my favorite females: GET OOT! GET OOT OF THE HOOSE!!!! Saying everything loudly with a hefty Canadian accent makes everything more serious and definitely more fun!
Whether you are going for an invigorating run, a quick walk around the block, or just a short drive across town, I promise you - you can - and if you really want it - YOU WILL feel better.
So on this particular day of feeling down and out, having an off day, a day of being down in the dumps, I forced it upon myself:
First I showered & put on clothes (as opposed to pajamas) - ok ok...this feels alright
Then I put on make up - dang girl at least you clean up nice!
I blew my hair dry - alright if nothing else I look good
And I took off in my humble little Prius for some totally boring errands: Post Office, Target (who can really hate on Target though?), various returns, bladdity blah blah. Then I did something kind of crazy - you know, just to spice things up. I rolled down my windows, plugged in my good ol' aux cable and BLASTED some of my favorite sing along music. With me and my eclectic mix of moody Lana Del Rey, falling in love Ed Sheeran, and classic Beatles I hid behind my sunglasses and sang and car-danced as though no one in the world were watching or listening.
AND MAGIC (as per the now nearly expected usual) I FELT BETTER.
Next time you're not feeling like you - try getting oot of the hoose and let me know how it goes!
...and her life was Simply wonderful
All my very best,Em
