I can usually pick myself out of a funk, but it’s not happening today. It’s like I’m carrying the weight of the world, yet I’m not.
I do know where part of it’s coming from. With winter just around the corner, the length of daylight keeps getting shorter and shorter. It’s also been cloudy and there’s something about that first snowfall that adds a layer of bummer-ness on to everything.
It’s just three weeks until the solstice, just three weeks until the daylight starts increasing, yet those three weeks feel like a year away.
The other part it’s coming from is my weight. I’m struggling with bringing it down and with how I feel about myself.
I’ve cut my sugar intake WAY down, I eat a lot less processed food, I’m exercising, but no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to help. I used to have a turbo metabolism, but it’s like it just stopped working. When I walk by a mirror, I just can’t even look at myself. I hate the way I look and feel and clearly what worked before ain’t workin’ this time around.
I’ve been shopping for a new health club. I’ve been with mine the last four years and I’m overdue for a change of scenery.
And I maybe, just maybe, the time is right to give a personal trainer serious consideration.
I was so mopey earlier, I finally had to stop and remind myself of the good things I do have – health, job, apartment – and there are some potentially even more awesome things around the corner.
Tomorrow’s another day and this funk can’t and won’t last forever.