Feeling crummy is a slippery slope for me, in that acknowledging it is a healthy move, but if I cater to it, I’ll get sucked down the rabbit hole of feeling overwhelmingly crummy. I’m not even sure that makes sense when you read it, but it does to me, so there it stays.
Three years ago, I went through a pronounced emotional slump and it was not my favorite time in life. I am not interested in going back to that place, emotionally or physically, so I’m attempting to head it off at the pass.
Things That Help Immediately:
Exercising. Sounds so simple, because it is, but it helps. Being outside, either walking or running, helps my brain. It makes me feel better. Sitting around all day long and staring at my computer trying to make the writing thing happen doesn’t do much for me, but going for a run jogs my brain (ha – weak pun but a pun all the same) back into gear. It’s like I physically require 10,000 steps in the day before my mind decides to get creative again. Which is fine by me.
Paying Attention to Food. When I’m in a crappy mood, I will drink coffee all day and maybe have a protein bar, but that’s it. And that sucks, because my body needs more diversity/nutrients/how about a hard-boiled egg, motherfucker. Cooking hasn’t ever been something I’ve enjoyed, but I’ve always liked eating well, and looking back at a day’s worth of food that isn’t dominated by iced coffee and the random Luna bar is a plus. The better the food, the better I feel.
Engaging in the Moment. I have a tendency to get tangled up in the to do lists in my mind, and the things I haven’t done yet eat away at me. To the point of anxiety, which is ridiculous, because so many of those to dos are fun and things I like, yet they’re still stressing me out? No, no, no. When I’m on the slippery slope towards Crumbdom, I don’t enjoy the moments I’m in, but instead I fret about the shit I haven’t accomplished yet. Again: no, no, no. It helps if I make the conscious decision to ease up a little, like going to the zoo with Birdy instead of staying home and freaking out. It also helps to hug my kid, and my husband, and the cats. They are all warm and snuggly creatures, and they make me feel good.
I’m glad there are things I can do to help feel better, to shake off the ennui. I feel better when I’m doing something, and best when that something involves my family. I can’t change all of the things that are weighing heavily, but I can refocus on the things that bring me joy, damn it.