Do you know what you are always going to find on my blog, Warriors? Honesty. Pure, 100% unadulterated honesty. You can count on it, as sure eggs is eggs. And here is some GW honesty for you right now. Brace yourselves...
This evening (Tuesday) I had a full on meltdown. Not a mini one like the one I wrote about having 3 weeks ago in this post, nope, tonight's episode involved streams of tears, uncontrollable sobs and snot running down my face and into my mouth. This is how it looked. Minus the snot.
Not pretty. I know. But on the bright side I feel infinitely better and don't my tear-filled eyes look a piercing shade of blue?
My problem, and I'm sure scores of you out there are going to relate, is that despite years of trying, I still haven't been able to convince myself that I'm not, in actual fact, Superwoman. I point blank refuse to accept my limitations until episodes like this evening's force me to slow down for a brief period. It's not long, however, before Superwoman Syndrome returns and life continues at the same frenetic pace until, once again, I crash and burn. It's quite the vicious cycle and one that I have yet to work out how to break for good. If I were to compare myself to a dog I'd be a cocker spaniel:
"requires lots of exercise and mental stimulation to help ward off moments of intense energy and hyperactivity".
Yup, that sounds about right. Even looks right:
Craigy Boy would be a labrador. He plods through life at an even and unhurried pace and as result experiences neither major highs nor major lows. Labradors are good for cockers spaniels.
But I digress, because today is Watch My Weight Wednesday and I ought to be reporting on my pound shedding progress instead or regaling you all with tales of emotional woe. So, my beloved Warriors, this week I lost... DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!!
Absolutely nothing. I actually put on half a pound. *hangs ginger head in shame*. This very slight but frustrating gain was not the root cause of my free-flowing tears but it certainly didn't help. Nor does the fact that - and readers of the male persuasion, you may wish to tune out momentarily, particularly if girl talk makes you all twitchy and squirmy - the arrival of my "friend" is imminent and that never has a positive impact on your emotional state or your body for that matter. Each month my ample bosom becomes even more ampler and my belly bloats, giving the impression that I am with child. So I'm putting my weight gain down to Mother Nature, conveniently ignoring the fact I made and ate more than my faire share of these:
I'm fragile, Warriors! Let me delude myself just a little big longer!
So all in all a rocky start to the week but having had a very restful, uninterrupted eight hours of kip I have awoken this morning feeling full of hope and promise. You can't keep a Ginger Warrior down for long. Or a cocker spaniel for that matter.
Ginger Warrior, over and out.
P.S. Please tell me that you also experience moments of emotional abandon! What brings you to that point? Go on, make me feel better and not a complete and utter fruit loop!!