Terrible day at work yesterday. Do you ever get those days where everything just gets on top of you and you feel like you can’t cope? Well, that was me yesterday. Obviously a mature way of dealing with it would not be to burst into tears. However, that’s exactly what I did. You can feel it happening and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. I know it’s incredibly stupid to get so worked up about something like work but that’s just me. I’m a perfectionist and hate feeling like I don’t understand something or feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.
I guess there’s always one emotionally unstable person at work, and I’m that girl for my office!
On a brighter note… My early morning run on Tuesday was one of those ‘air punching’ runs. Maybe not right after I finished as I was close to keeling over at that point. But a few minutes later there was definitely a happy feeling. I really made the conscious effort to really push myself. It’s so easy to ‘go through the motions’ and just sleepwalk your way through a run. OK, maybe not sleepwalk but mindlessly running, if you know what I mean. Instead I found myself several times during each mile pinpointing a lamppost or a wheelie bin in the distance and picking up my pace to get to it. Then slowing down a bit afterwards and continuing on at my comfortable pace. By the end of the run I was shattered, achy and sweaty. And managed to average around 8 minute a mile for each mile (just over 5 miles in total)! My comfortable pace is around 8mins30secs so this really was good for me.
It’s always nice to know that no matter how tough work is or how much I panic over it, I can always go on an amazing run and just free my mind.
So glad Monday is over. I had to do a Big Scary Work Presentation for the project I’m working on. But I got through it, and actually sounded like I knew what I was talking about, which is always a plus I guess. Even got some good feedback, hurrah!
Although it didn’t go completely smoothly – things never do with me. After dialling in to the people who were working from home and just getting ready to start, in true Anna style, I decide to knock my laptop into the phone subsequently hanging up everyone on the call. Mortification doesn’t quite cover my feelings at the time. Nor does beetroot for the colour of red my face turned…
Ah well, they saw the funny side so it wasn’t a complete disaster. An ice breaker I suppose.
Then we had a little ‘party’ to meet and greet all the people involved in the project. And there was a buffet. Buffets are my absolute weakness. All my good intentions and healthy behaviours just fly out of the window. I become overcome by the thought that the food might run out, all the good stuff will go quickly…so I panic. I’m invariably the first there eagerly waiting with my plate. I stack it high with everything, even food I wouldn’t usually touch with a barge pole! I don’t know what it is. Maybe some sort of underlying psychological insecurity about going hungry. Needless to say I look like a bit of a pig and there’s usually always food left over so my intentions are in vain anyway.
It’s so difficult to know when to stop as well. Mini food is never good in my eyes. It’s deceptive and you never can tell how much you’ve eaten. So I just keep going. I probably ate the equivalent of three meals…whoops.
Right, back to being healthy! Today is a new day after all.