Well, I been haven a month of days like this.
Sometimes when you are on a particularly trying journey, one filled with mountains of fear to climb and oceans of shame to swim, you can feel like you are hanging on by a thread or grasping for any place to get a foot hold. I think weight loss is one such journey. Most of our paths are littered with minefields or MINDfields of emotional triggers as well as our physiological hunger needs. What’s a body to do when they feel much like Collin’s humorous cry for help in the above picture from our trip up Mount Evans? What are your thoughts?
See ya soon ……(smiling)….S
***NOTE**** I just realized that this could seem like I am depressed. I am not. I just didn’t sleep well and this is as far as I could get with the idea that I had in my brain. So I thought it would be really interesting to hear what what YOU do when you feel like this.