Okay everyone. Who here has had enough of Debbie Downer (also known as me, at least for the last few weeks)? I sure have. I know I've been sick, and unable to work out, and reasonably upset about my living situation, and blah blah blah...but the time has come to move on. You know what? Being depressed all the time takes a lot of energy! And you are already sapped of energy, and feeling like crud, and so it becomes a self-feeding monster. Well, I am cutting off this gravy train.
It is time for me to pull myself up by my bootstraps and do what I can to make my life the best it can be in my current situation. The best way for me to do this, I think, is to curb all negative thinking and replace it with positive thinking. Therefore, I will be replacing any negative thoughts or statements I make with positive ones, out loud, in a very firm voice (this way I know I mean business.) This may not sound hard to some of you (*cough* TJ, queen of positivity,) but I kid you not when I say that 8 out of 10 of my thoughts are negative, either about myself, my life, or the world at large. That has to be taking a toll on me, my happiness, and my ability to change (not to mention what it does to my hubby and the example it is setting for my kidlets.)
You all have to keep me in check - it is going to take me some time to overcome it I'm sure.
So, in this new vein, let me tell you about my morning walk. The sun was shining, it was just the right temperature, and I stepped out of my house before any members of my family were awake. I started my music and just walked, not worrying about how my pace has slowed since I've been on hiatus, just doing as much as I could. I walk in the rural area where I live, where there are no sidewalks and little traffic in the morning, and the two mile loop from my house has plenty of hills. A little over halfway through, I started a jog on a downhill stretch, and was surprised to find that I was able to keep my breathing pretty even and just enjoy the feeling of moving. Rather than the heart pounding, heaving chest, feeling like I am going to puke that I normally experience when I start jogging up hill, I felt in control and just focused as I jogged up a couple of minor slopes. In the end, I jogged a half-mile, and I felt great about it. I walked just long enough to catch my breath (which at that point was labored) and then I ran about a quarter mile back to my house. I finished my 2 mile walk four minutes faster than normal, and I felt great. Then I came home and got the kidlets up and started the day. It was a great beginning.
How's that for positivity?
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