I was tired.
After going 5 days without a work out, eating only toast and a small yogurt within the course of a day, even small problems were bringing me near the brink of desperation. It took some outside perspective to bring my focus back in place, and I started to reflect: why am I feeling this way?
It’s funny that for someone who might seem to be in touch with her body – I’ve worked with a personal trainer, run a few half marathons, and have maintained a mostly healthy diet (although a ravenous sweet tooth sometimes gets the best of me). Yet, I still forget how much food can affect my mood.
I had gotten upset over a small work hurdle. I was planning a major client event, and we were having trouble finding a place where we could park the food truck. How could we make this work? My mood turned dark and I got into that (not-so-helpful) place where I wanted to complain forever.
“How about you take a break from this situation?” my boyfriend suggested.
Taking a minute to drink some water, and reflect: what is wrong with this situation?
- I haven’t worked out in 5 days
- I hadn’t eaten a real lunch
- I was dehydrated
I took a small break, closed my Outlook inbox, and started to do some of the more relaxed web surfing. In my mind, I knew I had to make this commitment to myself: go to the gym.
Half of an hour later, I was at the gym, running on the treadmill, and I could feel my mood lifting. It was as if all I needed was a burst of endorphins and a break from staring at the softly glowing monitor. I felt that I could glide and my mind starting to wander, while a smile crept over my face as I heard the loud squeaks of my tennis shoes on the machine’s tread.