Today was not a good day. Today was the kind of day where I just couldn't remember why I'm even here. When are things going to get better? It feels like never. As much as I (usually) love New York, there are times when I want to just move to the suburbs somewhere, get a comfortable, low-stress job and chillax one good time. But, I know that's not what I really want. Plus, I'm no quitter. I'm like Rudy—all heart, motherf*****!
Lately, I've just been feeling out of control. I have so much to do, and there's never enough time in the day to get it done. (Why I took on another unpaid writing assignment is beyond me?!) I love being busy, but there's a good and bad kind of busy. Lately, it's been the bad, not-sleeping-enough kind.
Plus, I'm still waiting on overdue paychecks, and my plantar fasciitis is slowly coming back due to the fact that I'm wearing my tennis shoes way past their expiration date. I don't know when I'll be able to afford a new pair either. Lord, I hate being broke.
I was feeling quite down after work, but I forced myself to the gym. My foot is in pain, so I did a light elliptical/bike workout. I knew I didn't have anything good in the fridge, so afterward I stopped by Subway for a $5 footlong (the other half will be tomorrow's lunch). I remembered I had a FREE coupon for a cookie in my wallet, and you know I couldn't let that go to waste. Along with my sandwich and complimentary cookie, I also had a few pieces of chocolate, which I might add, I got for FREE in the makeup goodie bag I got last week. I felt more pleasure than guilt after eating my after-dinner treats, so I suppose it wasn't such a bad thing.
My boyfriend will kill me after reading this confession. We're both trying to get back on a consistent, healthy track. However, even with the chocolate, my calorie count is still pretty low because I only had a cup of low-fat popcorn and an apple for lunch. (Today was a scarf down anything-you-can-get-your-hands-on at your desk kind of day). Not the healthiest, but I'll do better tomorrow. I will, pinky promise.
Tell me: When you're feeling blue, what do you turn to for comfort?
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