Today I received some very upsetting news
about a client's health. I found myself on the brink of tears pretty much the
whole day. Pushing it down and painting on my smile for the rest of my clients.
By the time I left the gym, I had one thought on my mind...I want something
tasty! I wanted Reese cups or a burger or maybe some fries....preferably all of
the above.
This type of reflex is probably... pretty
relatable to a lot of people. It was my go to comfort (food followed by hours
of tv or mind numbing computer games). Not any more. Why? Because I also have
had enough experience with how I feel by the end of the day and the next morning
when I give into this reflex.
So, today was supposed to be my rest day
from exercise. When I was done working at the gym, I had a little bit of down
time before I needed to be anywhere. Perfect time to hit McDs. Instead of
hitting the drive through, I grabbed my "emergency workout gear" and did a fast,
hard workout. After my workout I grabbed a Kombucha, rolled my window down and
put on some happy tunes while I drove to my next stop.
While I was
driving this amazing rush of happiness poured over me. The sadness melted away.
As always, I could not control the sad and stressful things swirling around my
life. But what I could and DID control was my reaction to it.
I felt
strong. Physically and mentally.
Comfort can be found in many forms.
Some forms of comfort will leave us feeling depleted and empty. Others will fill
us so full that we are ready to face the next stressful or sad event which will
ALWAYS show up eventually.
My old comfort was short lived and caused me
great pain. Now I find comfort in my health, in my son's smile, in that perfect
crook under my boyfriend's arm and in every great, simple thing in life that
makes tomorrow just a little brighter.
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