Bad days. We all have them, and I think how we handle them can ultimately define us…particularly if we handle them badly.
The definition of my bad days would include refined sugar and/or sodium. In a way it’s funny, because I spent 25 years of my life without turning to food in stress, but the last few years have been bad.
I’m never really sure if it is traditional stress eating, which I always equate with more of a binge, or a gradual breaking down of the barriers between me eatinng a burger for lunch versus a salad…most of these bad decisions were never a problem when I was self-employed full-time and could find something else to do on a bad day. On the clock, I’ve never really seen breaking free for my mental health as much of an option, but I could make it one.
Weather permitting, I could take an outdoor jaunt around our building’s block. On bad weather days, I could walk a few indoor laps or travel to our dead space to breathe and listen to a few tunes. It probably wouldn’t hurt to make myself a mantra to repeat when I’m feeling weak, both mentally and physically. I want to get fit and reducing calories is a big first step.
This month I am participating in BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo challenge and utilizing predrafted prompts to branch out with my writing. Todays’s prompt was: When you’re having a bad day with your mental health, what do you do to help yourself?