Today I had a therapy appointment. It was okay. I left kind of in a spin, but I have been
feeling that way a lot lately. Out of control. Walking back to my car I had a complete anxiety attack. Totally couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t focus on my 4-4-4 breathing without writing it down. After not finding a pen (I ended up dumping my purse on the floor of my car) I just posted it on Facebook and went from there.
When I got home it occurred to me what I was ignoring. I feel out of control so why don’t I take control? Instead of flopping around like a fish feeling out of control. So that is the plan. I am going to make up a schedule, bust out the stuff I need to go back to eating raw, and get the workout area straightened so there is room to workout.
No more am I going to waste my time and yours. Going forward I am buckling down and bringing some discipline to the mayhem! Woo HOO! It time for me to suck it up! The BITCH is back!
Love you my peanuts!