Oh...so wait, stress isn't supposed to be my middle name?
Friday, July 15, 2011
I just (hesitantly) joined the Sparkpeople Stress Busting Challenge. According to the stress test, I "have some vulnerability to stress". LOL Yeah, I think that's an understatement. I actually felt a tickle of anxiety about joining this challenge because I wonder if I'm going to be stressing about trying not to be stressed. !!
So - I'm supposed to track my stressors, how strong they are, and how I'm responding to them.
Numero UNO: WORK. Well, okay, my job itself isn't currently all that stressful. But dealing with my bosses almost always is. I essentially have 4 bosses who have different rules and their rules are constantly changing. You know that saying you can't please everyone all the time? Well - throw that out the window because that is the expectation I am to meet. Shoot me..........shoot me now.
#2: Um, LIFE? Is that too broad? Boyfriend has so much school and 2 young kids 50/50 and the damn laundry doesn't do itself! I am bound and determined to meet my exercise goals and healthy eating goals, and that doesn't include Easy Mac, folks. Sorry. Most often everything works out somehow, but sometimes it's hard to find a balance between kid-friendly, nutritious, yummy, and can be made relatively quickly so that we can get them tucked in and I can go work out. So maybe I should have called this one TIME.
#3: MYSELF. Sometimes I'm neurotic. Thankfully, I'm still loved. But sometimes I just cannot turn off my brain and I imagine every bless-ed scenario in how something may go, or have those conversations that you have with yourself but you play the person you're having the convo with and then think up the best responses ever (even tho that person would probably NEVER say that). Or I just obsess. Or obsessively worry. And I HATE that.
I guess that's the big 3 I can pinpoint right now. As for how strong they are, I listed them in order. Today is a good day - I'm not too frazzled. And how I respond......well, I pray, but not nearly as often as I should. I talk. Thank the Lord for my wonderful man who actually LISTENS and gives feedback and loving tells me to "Stop" or "Let it go baby". Often, I cry. It's my release valve and an extremely effective mascara remover.
That's where I'm at. I'm hoping that this, just like losing the weight will be a step in taking some of the burden off of my shoulders.