It’s been a rough three months. I’m tired. I’m restless. I looked in the mirror today after I got dressed and said out loud, “Oh man, when did I get frumpy?”
Matt said, “You don’t look frumpy to me.”
I kissed the man right on his face for that one, but I feel like my entire life is wrapped up in the buy/sell process (still praying for you, Natasha!) and it’s starting to take its toll. While I’m not exactly old, I’m not exactly a spring chicken either. I’m not just bouncing back from this, you know?
Right now, more than anything on God’s green Earth, I want to take a nap. I just want to curl up in a ball with my Emmy Bug and snooze! Rest my body, then hit the gym for a good, solid, hour-long workout, and I want the workout to be sweaty and hard.
Maybe I need to hook up with a trainer again for a little while? Maybe I need not to eat the cheesecake Matt brings home to me from his lunch at TGIFridays? I’m not sure what I need. Work is hectic and stressful and my schedule is insane through November. I’m trying to be as organized as possible so I can come back to work ASAP after we move.
I’m teaching three classes a week and lifting weights at least twice. It’s gotta be my diet these days?
I don’t know, I just don’t feel like me right now. Blah.