So what, exactly, are the rules of blogging? Am I only “supposed” to post the good stuff, the funny happenings, the new PR’s?
My mom says I should see a therapist (I think her exact words were, “Maybe you should see a shrink to help you deal with stress.”) I will… eventually. I’m just waiting for that monumental life event that throws my psyche over the edge because, hey, I’m gonna get my money’s worth out of that shrink! Some days I think I’m one step closer to that EPIC mental breakdown that gets me a month-long reservation to a loony house with a padded room. And then I’ll be, like, “FINALLY! Some space! And a spiffy jacket that makes me hug myself!”
Lots of people keep telling me that I’m just not CHOOSING to be happy. But, I’m telling you, it’s not as simple as, “Oh, I think I’ll choose glitter, rainbows, and kittens when shit is hitting the fan!”
I so very badly want to just lay it all out on my blog but I’ll just say I have thoughts far heavier than a loaded barbell. I’ve got a full plate but a very empty cup. (I also have lots of metaphors, apparently. Here is another one: “Life is like a CrossFit workout. There are times when I don’t think I have the capacity to make it through and I start crying in defeat. Then I get back up and tell myself, ‘One rep at a time. One rep at a time.’”)
A shrink is sounding pretty good right about now. But, first, I should wake up, choose to shit happiness and glitter, get my head back in the game, and finish my last set of Outlaw’s back squat rep scheme, which is probably my favorite rep scheme so far.
1 x 8 @ 65%
1 x 5 @ 75%
1 x 3 @ 85%
1 x3 @ 95%
1 x 3 @ 95%
How do you guys deal with STRESS? What’s your favorite stress-busting workout? I need to figure it out before all this cortisol catches up to me. “One rep at a time, Jess. One rep at a time.”