The Funk. We all fall into one, at some time or another. Usually for me, it happens once a month (heh). I rage, I weep, I wail. And then I go to the bathroom and realize, "Oh yeahhhhh, THAT'S why I feel this way...."
Yet, the weather. Bitter cold and harsh. Yet, the realization of my age - I'm turning 40 in two weeks.
But I'm trying to be conscious of it. I'm trying to not eat my way out of it. I'm trying to exercise through it and not skip the gym. I'm taking deep breaths. I'm having a girls night with those who know me well. I'm looking forward.
And I'm repeating this, over and over...
Because it's absolutely true. I love my life. But there's just some days that I don't like how I feel.
You get it, right?