Yesterday a terrorist that looked like my child traded lives with him.
Granted, teeth are starting to plow through his gums at full force now. And he did have a rash on his little booty that was something awful. But my gawwwl. His discomfort propelled him into doing everything that he was not supposed to do with an iron will. I lost count of the tantrums by noon.
Several things happen when a day like yesterday sideswipes me with no forewarning from my periph:
1) I want to eat everything that is terrible
2) I want to watch everything that will make me feel like I am escaping
3) I get a jaw-clenching headache
4) The sh-sh-sh-shakes
5) I think of ways to sound extra desperate so that I can convince Daniel to come home
6) The thought of moving, much less working out, makes me hate life
7) I rarely, if ever at all, think to ask God for help
I can just hear the gasps of judgement coming through the computer screen as the perfect moms of America read this in complete shock and bewilderment. Praise God I don’t know too many of those. I’d punch them in their perfectly groomed hair.
Anyways, I feel like numbers 6 and 7 are pretty sucky. But besides being a sad state of affairs, I feel like they may be tied to one another in a way.
My normal inclination would have been to feel all of those things and follow through with them. But yesterday, somewhere in all of the frazzle-ness I mustered up enough life to work out. I ended up vigorously dancing for 25 minutes and burned about 200 calories. I also did 50 crunches, 15 in-and-outs and 10 push-ups. That’s incredible for a day like yesterday.
I also felt more peaceful spiritually. I was able to thank God for the day instead of dismissing Him all together. That’s incredible for a day like yesterday.
The physical and the spiritual seem to ignite each other. Sometimes when I feel like giving up on health, God encourages me through prayer, another person, a picture, something I read, etc. And sometimes when I don’t feel like having a relationship with God, exercise pushes me towards Him.
It’s pretty sweet. I don’t know, I feel like there should be a conclusion or a “moral of the story,” but it just feels really simple this time.
What kind of stuff defines days like this for you? What are you defaults when these days occur?
How do you fight it?