Every once in a while I get a case of the crazies.
You know, the ones when you talk yourself out of all the good you’ve done?
Today my boss asked me to attend a meeting on his behalf with all the “big kids”. First thought was “Frig, I didn’t bring a sweater”. Odd, first thought I realize. While I was thrilled he asked me to attend, I just couldn’t help but think I’d be judged on my flabby mcflaberton arms.
Totally untrue, I realize.
Oddly enough, I kind of like my arms. Under all the loose skin and fat there is a lot of muscle definition.
I came home and wallowed in it for a while. I ate a bagel. I had a bowl of cereal. And then I had a granola bar. Food makes it feel better right? WRONG.
But then I talked myself out of it. I’m being ridiculous.
I lost 100lbs. I gained 30 lbs. Then I lost another 10lbs.
I’m healthy. I am fit.
This is my happy weight. It’s easy’ish for me to maintain and I’ve managed to do so for almost 8 freaking years.
Get a grip Amy. Fuck.
…and then I decided I needed to keep my mind busy and out of the kitchen. That mini binge took care of my remaining calories for the day.
So I cleaned.
Took care of the laundry mountain that had become my closet. I also rearranged my shirts; moving the summer ones to a more visible spot. (Can I just brag for a minute about how amazing my closet is? It’s big enough I don’t really have to move clothes seasonally, LOVE IT)
Then I tackled my bathroom. Frig, I am gross. I shed more than Jersey does I swear. I did the counters, the shower, the tub, the mirror and the toilet. I even added some lilacs that I
stole borrowed from the parking lot at work.
I look like a skid I realize. But at least I’m a content skid.
It’s okay to be a little crazy sometimes, it’s what makes me, ME!