I’m in limbo. And I don’t mean in the fun, woooohooo luau kind of way.
Although, this looks about like me. Obviously and completely missing the mark.
How can I be two weeks out of a huge accomplishment and feel like I am worthless?
Seriously. I am the most whiny child in the world. Chock full of First World Problems.
“Waaaaah. I have a job. I have two healthy children. I am healthy. Waaaah. I have a working husband who happens to like me, and the kids. Waaaah. I make enough money to support my triathlon habit. Waaaah. I have family who loves and supports me. Waaaaah. Waaaaah.”
Seriously. I am a little nauseous and embarrassed to even write this. But you know I can’t stop.
I think about those with real problems: real loss, cancer, death, financial devastation… the list goes on. And I reflect back on my day.
And this is why I am in limbo. Who eats like this? This is some crazy ass emotional eating. Crazy.
[Ooops. Forgot. 2 glasses of red wine. Soon to be 3. Also omitted from above.]
Then… who blogs about it like a whiny baby? Ugh. I want to knock myself in the teeth (a difficult feat) for every ounce of ungratefulness that I have.
But sometimes, I just can’t shake the feeling of this limbo. What is this about? Why? Why?
I missed my workout today. Let’s see if a good night’s sleep and a spin + run tomorrow AM helps things. Money says it does.