I’m not broken, just bent a little bit. And for today? I’m okay with that.
I expected to be in a deep funk after the news yesterday, and I did spend some time feeling anxious and also sorry for myself. But I got home and instead of eating myself into a food coma, which Fat Jen really wanted to do, I ran on the treadmill. And I was okay.
I then made dinner and really felt okay about the world.
I stepped on the scale this morning and saw a disappointing 127.9. Far away from where I wanted to be. And yet I still didn’t succumb to depression.
I am bent. My weight, my Achilles, but I’m not broken – I’m okay.
I will run in the Turkey Trot tomorrow and won’t have the best time. I will spend the day with family. I will laugh and eat way too much!
Because what I’m starting to realize is that being a little bit bent? It’s a hell of a lot easier then constantly trying to be straight every minute of every day.