Can be big or small, round or square, orange or blue with a hint of fuscia.
Mine happened this morning, and it was small but unanimously shining. Yesterday (and let’s face it, all of February) I struggled to maintain daily life. I wasn’t feeling it; I was simply floating through it as best I could. I was continuing to force some miniscule amount of exercise by guilting myself into it, but it just wasn’t working; in fact, it hadn’t been working since the first week of February. It was a funk. And by that I do not mean a cool, dancy, i’m-all-that-and-a-bag-of-peanuts kind of funk. It was more of a sit on the couch and contemplate life while drinking too many glasses of leftover pop that didn’t have even the slightest fizz left in it, funk.
But yesterday, oh, yesterday I really wasn’t feeling it. I had a terrible tummy ache that i’m quite sure I can blame on eating dubious amounts of cheese and bread. My favorites. I spent the evening clutching my stomach and rocking back and forth on the couch. And as the feelings began to pass, I looked over to my new-old treadmill and decided maybe I could walk it off. So I changed into some shorts and running shoes, and took off. Gosh, this treadmill is old and it’s noisy and it’s actually kind of scary. After a little while I got pretty bored with it, and stepped off, but I did manage to feel the burn in my calves and was huffing slightly.
This morning, I woke up and:
I felt great! No longer mourning the loss of an almost complete month of inactivity, I felt like I could conquer the world. Since i’m feeling mountains better than I have in a while, I bottled it, I plan to attack that treadmill again tonight. Small steps make for great success or something like that.
Like I said before, not much of a shining moment, but it was enough of one for me and it did the trick. I am by no means back, but hai – i’m here.