Work your ass off all day, and come home to feel like this?
I KNOW you feel like this, as I read about 30 blogs last night all testifying to that fact. Fall has sucked the MoJo out of your hoo-ha...or maybe work has, or the demanding family, or an asshole ex, or the stuck scale.
I am no different. I pray each morning to come home so I can sleep, and I never do, instead lingering in a semi-coma watching full-coma-inducing TV. Until I decide to exercise because I don't want to face my counselor and be up in pounds for the week.
So I'm sitting there this past Saturday, listening to someone else who had a bad week in with her counselor. She was saying she just had to have some wine with dinner. So the counselor says one glass is fine. The gal says "Hahaha, well that's no fun!" The counselor quips-"Who said it was going to be fun?"
And that is so true, but simply saying it doesn't cure the funk. Personally I think that anything really worth pursuing is probably going to be a challenge, because if it was easy to accomplish everyone would do it, then it wouldn't be special, would it? Now don't misunderstand, losing weight is *not* special, it sucks donkey nuts, but the payoff is so, so sweet... Right?? Well that is what I am feeding myself, and so far I'm drinking that Kool-Aid.
But the mind isn't always logical, and the body certainly doesn't always buy that logic, does it?
So for those of you on an upswing-how did you regain your inner Chi-or whateverthefuck it is called? How did you flip your mood and regain your MoJo?
Share the love with the rest of us so we can smell what life has to offer again...
I know it's a struggle, but if my blind and deaf dog can find this flower, then I sure as shit should be able to...So where is your Magnolia???