In an interesting change from the normal way that I handle stress — namely to eat all the chocolate and sugar in sight or driving distance — currently I’m handling stress by mostly NOT being interested in food and by exercising. It’s healthier this way, right? And it’s not like I’m not eating — I eat when my stomach rumbles to remind me that I need to eat and when the food set in front of me looks really delicious (like the cheese curds my coworker brought me yesterday).
And I’m not beating myself up with exercising because all I’ve done in the last couple days was run from my house up to the stoplight and back, which is almost exactly 1 mile. I’m running it instead of walking because I need the concentration that comes with me pacing myself well enough to get the entire distance, up a moderate slope for a good ways, without losing my breath or pushing my heart rate up too high. I’m not fast, so it’s a slow 15 minute mile there and back, but it’s 15 minutes where I’m mosty thinking “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. DON’T. STOP. RUNNING.” And I’m not thinking about the things that I need to get cleaned up for people to come look at the house and the things that I could start packing up now and which of the apartments that we looked at last week was the one that I liked the best.
On that note, our landlady called yesterday afternoon with three appointments for people to come view the house on Saturday and more to come later in the week. And then a woman knocked on the door and asked if she could look at the back yard. I think our landlady is going to be able to rent this place out JUST FINE.
No other news right now. I’m excitied to be back at the weight I was at before the family reunion again. And we’re working on getting the house show-worthy for the weekend and then heading out to look for places of our own. 🙂 Should be fun!