Fourth week weigh-in today. I've been quite low off and on this past few days. I've realised, like I did the first time, that I give myself a "lift" from time to time with sugar or carbs - not just an energy lift, but a mood lift too. I want to find more sustainable alternatives.
I thought exercise was the "magic bullet" that people say it is, but I even felt low after my second swimming lesson last night, which was a surprise. I'm glad I went, and I want to find a time to practice between lessons, so I'm motivated and enjoying it, but I still feel down.
Part of it is that mid-life realisation that there is no mythical day when you have finally "got there" (wherever "there" may be). That's quite hard to accept, but realistic. I know all the pithy adages about enjoying the journey yadda yadda but have still always been a very goal-focused person. I guess that's why the past few years at work have been such a reality check for me: I'd finally "made it" - got the job I thought I'd always wanted - but in fact it turned out to be completely wrong for me (for many reasons, mainly the fact it wasn't the job as advertised!)
So here I am on the cusp of another new job and ... meh. What's it all about, eh?! I'm thrilled I got the role. Really pleased. Especially not having to move companies to get recognition. It's brilliant. But... meh.
I wanted to be an actress, an artist, a painter, a sculptor, photographer, an architect, a writer, a poet...
When, exactly, am I going to start writing seriously again? And painting? And sculpting? Life is passing me by...
Mid-life crisis. Oh yes indeedy. Yes!