Saturday, February 23, 2013
**Warning: This blog does not have a lot to do with fitness, eating or weight loss.**
My flight from LA got in last night at midnight. The plan was that my boyfriend would pick me up. He asked me the night before if I would mind if he went to Philadelphia to visit a friend this weekend, and therefore not pick me up after all. I firmly believe that a significant other should do what he/she wants to do and not be told what to do. He asked if it were OK if I took a cab home. I said OK, because it -is- fine to take a cab home. That wasn't my preference, however.
When I got to LAX I texted him to let him know I was there, that everything was on time. The more I thought about him not coming to get me the sadder I got. My last day of the conference was only "eh." He asked me how I was doing and I said, "Meh. I wish you were picking me up from the airport." He texted back saying that now he felt bad, that I had said it was OK for him to go. I told him that of course it was OK for him to go, he knows that I think we should always do what we want.
When I got home it was about 1am and I promptly went to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I discovered that there was about 6 squares of toilet paper and no more to be had anywhere in the apartment. There is an indignity in not having toilet paper, and adding that to feeling slighted by his not being here/picking me up... I am just feeling sad. Clearly things have not been great between us lately, but we've been together 7 years and it's all just sad.
Our bathrooms are being remodeled and the shower is still out of commission. I've been taking my showers at the gym, and so I went to Zumba this morning at 10. (I went to the store to get TP before that!) I don't do a great job at compartmentalizing and so I was having a hard time getting into the workout this morning. I kept trying to shake off my sad thoughts.
You know what happened? Somewhere around the half-hour mark I noticed that I was simply enjoying Zumba and stopped thinking about my sad story. Don't discount the power of exercise even if you are feeling bad! I am grateful that even a short-term boost in my mood was possible and I appreciate the fact that I have a tool to help me feel better.