What's eating you? A small bit of stress.
I really don't know how to say this without sounding pathetic so I'll just put it out there. Chuck, my sweetheart of a husband and best friend, may be leaving for Calgary, Canada for two weeks soon. Soon as in Sunday. Just found out yesterday.
Chuck and I don't spend time apart often. I enjoy spending as much time with him as possible and he likes to spend his time with me. Lordy, this sounds a bit pathetic! Twenty years of marriage and he still gives me butterflies. (not literally though that would be kind of cool)
We've only been apart for two weeks one other time and it was tough on both of us. So I'm not exactly looking forward to this. But it would be very good for his career as he would be learning a new software to support. I want him to go but at the same time I don't want him to go.
I let it get to me more than I should have allowed yesterday. I started the day eating a healthy breakfast and snack. Then the news. A small rice krispie bar seemed like the logical thing to run to.
Then to the grocery store. A cadbury egg suddenly looked like a giant, chocolate coated Xanax. There may have been a piece of baklava involved as well.
I realized I was acting foolish with the silly reason for my stress. I was acting ridiculous! He's only going to be gone for two weeks! Get a grip!
So instead of stressing I decided that I would treat those two weeks as if I were the one going away. I will focus my time and energy on losing weight and eating right so that I can surprise him with a little smaller wife when he gets home. It doesn't have to be a stressful situation if I change the way I look at it. Instead of something to "deal" with I will treat it as a challenge. And that makes it kind of exciting!
While he's away I'll go on hikes, run, ride my bike, visit new areas of parks, lift weights, take a class at the Y, try new recipes. I may event try to take the kids camping by myself. That's a pretty big deal. I rely on Chuck for so much, doing things like that on my own would make me feel like a bad ass.
Stressful situations can be a matter of perception. I choose to see it as something to tackle instead of something to tackle me. :)