It is December 28, 2019. In four days, we’ll be in a new year, and a new decade. There’s so much to reflect upon, so much to consider from the past year, past ten years, but all I can think about is how awful I feel.
I’ve had chest pains all week. My stomach has been feeling nauseous for the entire day, and I’ve had a headache for three days.
Maybe it’s from all the holiday food. Maybe it’s from not drinking enough water. Maybe it’s because I’m approaching my “moon cycle.” All three?
No. I have a more likely idea.
I went to the gym and did the most hardcore workout I’ve done in a while yesterday. So imagine waking up with a stomach ache, a headache, and then rolling to the bathroom and realizing that your legs are like cemented to the ground out of soreness. That’s what I get for doing weighted squats for the first time in a year.
Not a great day, but just as well, because the new season of YOU came out on Netflix on Thursday, and I had to wait until last night to start it. Ten episodes later and I am so eager for season three, as eager as I was for season two earlier this year! I am blessed to have gotten two seasons in one year, but that probably means I will have to wait until this time next year to get another season. Who knows where I’ll be at that point.
In the past month and a half, I’ve been kind of in a funk. I think that’s why I haven’t written at all. I don’t know why I’ve got such a case of the blues. Christmas was fun, and being home with Aaron has been great, but I just feel kind of chaotic mentally. I’m hoping that January will be calmer and more fun.
That said, I’ve been listening to more podcasts lately, top of the list being “Him and Her: The Skinny Confidential Podcast.” Amy Landino, my success champion, was on a recent episode talking about time batching! I want to make writing more of a priority in the new year, and with that in mind, I’m going to make sure I set aside time each week to prep posts and generate ideas so I can share two posts a week.
Today has felt like an eternity. It’s a jolt of hope knowing that my brain can’t handle a day of doing nothing! I hope that tomorrow morning I wake up all better and go to the gym again. Except… maybe hold off on the weighted squats. Or at least do less of them. Fingers crossed!