Oh my goodness, what a horrible day!
As shoes, dress clothes, and bra comes off, I try to shed the tension of the daily grind but its not working very well.
The kids start off tattling on each other, but go silent under my death stare. (I wish.) Before long, they’re whining about being forced to do chores and asking what’s for dinner. The email inbox reveals another agent rejection (boo) and still no word from my editor (boo hiss).
I start wishing I’d stopped at Krispy Kreme on my way home.
I don’t know about you, but more days than I care to think about go this way. A lot of it is, I live in my head and I’m a worrier, so I tend to add snow to the snowball as it rolls downhill. And the first and last thought when stress hits me? EAT!
It doesn’t make sense, but its still there. I’m not going to pretend to have a handle on this — not even close! But exercise has helped. I don’t turn to it as quickly as I should but I’m getting there.
My other big stress reliever is a nice, long bath. Shut the door and sink into the hot water — it can only help! 🙂
Challenge: How do you keep from reaching for food when you’re stressed? I can use all the pointers I can get.