Today has been a mad day.
As in “I’m mad at everything today.”
I’m mad that I spend eight precious hours of every day doing something that isn’t my passion.
I’m mad that I have to eat different foods in different amounts than Sous Chef because I’m fat and he’s skinny.
I’m mad that I still have those wisps of hair that fall down onto my neck because they’re too short to reach to my hair tie when I pull my hair up.
I’m mad that I haven’t had a lot of energy in the morning this week so I ate a handful of almonds this morning but I ate them too close to my workout so I had to stop five minutes in because today is Core and every time I crunched my abs I felt like I might throw up.
And before you ask, no, it’s not my hormones. At least not in their “regularly scheduled programming” slot. This is like “We interrupt this program to bring you Breaking News about a crazy lady ranting about neck hair and almond burps” stuff.
It’s really annoying, probably as annoying as it is to read about it. So let’s move on.
Each one of these “problems” is a situation that I choose to be in. And on top of these choices, I’m choosing to whine and complain about them today, instead of planning a way to do something about them.
Sometimes it’s just easier to complain. I get it. Hopefully you get it, too.
But the only way out is through. That’s the plain truth.
So now I have to go do Core at 8:30 at night, even though I’m tired and don’t feel like it. Because the only way to do it is to do it.
I hope you’ve had a great day. I really do.