For the past two and a half weeks, I’ve felt kind of lost. This one thing that I was really looking forward to, this life changing thing, was suddenly taken from me (and taken from Jason too) and I kind of didn’t know what to do with myself. As much as I tried to jump back into my “old” life, it didn’t really feel the same.
And then I woke up this morning and I felt better. And I think it somehow has to do with running. Not the physical act of running, but the idea of working toward a goal, a different goal, of getting back into the running shape that I was in. I also think my hormones have maybe calmed down, but that’s another story.
For whatever reason, I kind of got re-enthused about my health. While we can’t quite hop on the baby making train just yet (doctor said to wait two cycles), I can get myself into better shape while I’m waiting. What that means, I’m not entirely sure, but running more often definitely plays a part. As does eliminating or cutting down on my excessive stevia consumption, but again, another story for another post.
I have no pictures that go with this post, but have a family-filled weekend coming up so I’m sure there will be more than enough pictures to make up for it.