15 minutes is all I've got, so I'll see what I can get through.
I joined Shape Up Rhode Island with some people at work and I got a pedometer. Yesterday I walked 15,400 steps. No wonder I'm freaking tired.
Mood: sad. Not angry/sad, which for me is depression. Not doesn't enjoy activities sad-I don't feel sad while distracted with friends or activities. I spent a great weekend with friends, and was happily distracted. I go back and forth between thinking that I need to sit with this sadness, and just really wanting it to go away.
Thoughts: I've been feeling like a loser. I've been lucky to be a person who has achieved much more than anyone ever expected of me, the downside being that I have so many super conventionally successful friends. So by someone else's measure, I suck, and then I judge myself for using someone else's measure of my own success. That's no way to go through life.
LBisms: "Mama, what's personal space?" What a little sweetapuss. I picked her up at daycare yesterday and she was sitting in wood chips glowering at two little friends on the swings. LB was mad that she wasn't having a turn on the swings and the story ranged from she was mad to be waiting to the other little girls were being mean and telling her she could never have a turn. I've been thinking about teaching emotional resilience. I'm trying to place a positive script in LB's mind. She definitely feels her perceived injustices very strongly, and instead of distracting herself will sit glowering or go throw herself dramatically on the ground. Working on it.
My house: I like it, but I need to do the final push and finish painting and acquiring. My bedroom walls are scuffed and marked. Of course I left my room until last and now, every morning, when I look at the walls, I think the marks must be a sign that I"m not valuing myself enough.