My biggest fear about moving to NYC is that something will happen to my mom after I move and I won't be able to get back here easily. This fear was redoubled because on October 21st, my mother had an accident severe enough to cause a 4 day hospital stay. Did I mention the irony of the fact I was finishing up my grad school application that morning with the intention of mailing it on my way to work on Saturday? I feel like G-d was giving me a sneak-peek of what could happen if I move away.
I've since been having bad dreams and my anxiety is in overload. Add this to my Seasonal Affective Disorder and I've been a dreary mess.
I'm feeling a little better today, partially because I've decided to stop worrying about something that may never happen and partially because I'm making a full attempt to get my mojo back. I ran for the first time since before the accident yesterday. It almost killed me, but I did it. I tracked three days last week, which is three more days then the previous two weeks combined. But, I haven't really weighed myself, so I was preparing myself for the worst when I decided to finally get on the scale this morning.
But, it wasn't awful: 141.8. Not awful at all.
So, here's what I'm going to do this week:
- Run 15 miles
- hula-hoop 3x
- track 5 days
- earn $7 towards the Marc Jacobs bag
- apply to some more jobs in NYC (I admit I've been slacking at this lately)
Glad you're back :)
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