Today’s Happy Note: Got a lot of work done! I was in my office from 9-4 (very productive!) and then did stuff for my other job (phone calls and computer work) from 4-5 and 7-9 (hit the gym in between!). About ten hours total, which is a lot, but I don’t feel so overhwelmed, and not feeling overwhelmed is the best feeling in the world.
Happy Note #2: This post from Joanne. I thought I was the only young twenty-something woman who wanted to go on real dates! Apparently there are other people who are not into the frat party make-out scene and who don’t consider sloppy drunken dancing romantic. Yay, I’m not alone!
Have you ever read Hyperbole and a Half? It’s definitely one of the funniest blogs on the Internets. If you’re ever feeling down, the first thing you should do is go there. My point in all this is to reference the ubiquitous Sneaky Hate Spiral post.
Allie describes it better than I ever could, but in sum: the SHS occurs when a bunch of little, annoying things start building up and you get more and more angry until an explosion results. My SHS began first thing this morning when I woke up fifteen minutes before I was supposed to be at work. I have been doing this thing lately where I wake up to my alarm, press snooze a few times, then press “dismiss” (i.e., “off”) and close my eyes and think “oh I’ll just lie here for another minute.” Then, of course, a minute turns into a half an hour. So I woke up at 8:45. I was only fifteen minutes late though!
Anyways, the SHS continued with the worst headache of my life accompanied by a terrible feeling of misalignment in my spine and neck. It felt like someone had twisted up my back like a rope. And the head pain:I felt like I was 50 feet underwater (I used to be a diver and regularly dove down to the bottom of a 20 foot pool; this was approximately 2.5 times worse).
There honestly weren’t that many other serious things, but the headache just magnified every tiny nuissance. I ran over my big toe with a cart at work. Then I dropped an interview and all the pages fell out and came out of order and I had to put them all back in by hand. Then I started getting really angry at L (who I didn’t even see today) and could not stop thinking about how much I suck at therapy. Things just sort of continued in this pattern.
But then. I only had twenty five minutes to book it home from work and make it to the gym before five (I have a student membership, so I can’t go between 5-7:30 BUT I can go at 4:58. Ha.). I was determined to get there, if only so that I didn’t feel guilty later on. I was just going to make myself get on the elliptical and sweat it out for 30 or 40 minutes.
When I arrived, I noticed that there was a 5:30 kickboxing class. I thought, “why not?” I lifted for about 25 minutes and then headed in.
I think this kickboxing class changed my life. Let me restate this:
I am in love, my friends. Sadly, there are no boys involved in this relationship (unless the super hot instructor counts). But there is me: a very strong, sweaty me. I have no idea what happened in that 50 minutes but the SHS snapped. And not only did I rid myself of the SHS monster, I left happy. It was a deep, pervasive happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time. I am not sure if the relief came from the hundreds and hundreds of punches into the punching bag or the me time, or what. But a little thing inside me clicked. I realized that I can manufacture my own happiness. And maybe this means going to a kickboxing class, rather than coming into some sort of serene internal peace. I don’t care. Happiness is happiness, and I’ll take what I can get.
I left the class headache-free and practically glowing. At the beginning, as I was looking in the mirrors, I was fiercely angry at my body — “why can’t my thighs be smooth, and why do I have this massive bump of fat on my stomach, and why are my breasts so painfully large?” At the end, I actually felt a confidence in my body that has not been around in a long time. I felt so strong; like I could take on the world. I felt better than I ever have lifting weights or pounding away on the elliptical (both of which are considerably fun). I felt like I could actually see my muscles firming up.
I was no longer angry at L. I was no longer angry at myself. The anger just poured out of my body. And I am so unbelievably thrilled. And content. Right now.
Have you ever had a workout that left you feeling strong, confident, and healthy? Has a workout ever turned your day around completely?
Swirly raspberry overnight oats.
I refuse to give up my once-weekly diet Snapple with aspartame. I have a little pile of empty bottles that I’m stashing behind my computer at work — I don’t think that we have a glass recycling container and I am feeling too lazy to take them outside.
Monster leftovers lunch topped with a two-egg puff and a side of granola bar. Snacked on a TJ’s single-serving bag of trail mix before my workout and many handfuls of WF chocolate cherry trail mix afterwards (SO good!).
Blueberry-banana smoothies are so good. I was craving a muffin, so I walked to WF to get one (theirs are always good and fresh). I meant to just get a muffin, bananas, and a non-dairy milk. I left with said muffin, coconut milk, dark chocolate, dried mango, mushrooms, trail mix, and coconut milk. The muffin is chocolate chip. Nom!
Dessert was a few pieces (this is a really small container) of banana chip bread with melted dark chocolate.
Overall, today was a bad day that turned into a good one!
Have you ever had a Sneaky Hate spiral day? How do you get rid of it? Sometimes I feel like you just have to let it run its course…