but I’m really proud of myself.
I had a hair appointment this morning. Ended up getting it colored and trimmed up a bit — I’m really happy with it. 
I got to the office around noon after my appointment and just wasn’t feeling it. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack or something but there really wasn’t any logical reason I should have that feeling. A bit later my assistant (who is my brother’s mother-in-law) walked in and she was having a cruddy day too (she’d actually already worked but came in because she needed to get out of her house). I looked at her and said “let’s go”. So we did.
We went downtown and walked around a few shops then walked around the park. It was really warm (as in I’m sweating — it’s HOT) so we decided to get a drink and sit for a while. I got a lemonade and we sat on a sidewalk table and talked for a bit then I came home.
I’m back home now with the A/C on. I have to do something for a client but I’m pretty much just taking the day off and it feels good.
But, why am I proud of myself? I went for a walk. I am having a cruddy day and I went for a walk to help fix it. I didn’t eat chocolate. I didn’t crawl in bed. I went for a walk. It’s really the only thing I WANTED to do. It wasn’t a long walk, it wasn’t an intense power walk. But, it was a walk. (And it was FREAKING HOT.)
So, I’m very proud of myself.
23 July 2009, 6:38 AM
i think exercise is great for clearing your head. of course i snuggled up with a book on my cruddy day tuesday instead…oh well.