Ok, so now what? What's the plan?
Put simply, B+ !
I have committed to taking on the very daunting challenge of altering my mindset so that I am
better equipped to kick D&A's ass! As I mentioned in my last post, I am already feeling a huge
difference - in my perspective, in my attitude, even in my energy levels.
This is the basic outline of THE PLAN:
1. Replace negative thoughts with positive ones. I have a tendency of seeing the worst in every situation. And I definitely suffer from PMS - Poor Me Syndrome. So what I've been doing is that any time I have a negative thought, I try to list positive attributes about the situation instead, in order to reverse my mindset.
2. Be mindful. Enjoy every moment to its fullest possible extent. I even relatively enjoyed the dental procedure I had done today because I focused on the goofy conversations the hygienist and I were having rather than on the ouch factor.
3. Breathe deeply, often. This goes hand-in-hand with #1. When I see the negativity storm clouds rolling in, I take a deep breath and put a positive spin on the situation. Deep breathing gives me a few seconds to relax and stretch, clear my mind, and reverse my mindset. It also releases endorphins and minimizes stress, which helps with #1 and #2.
Just by doing these 3 things for the past 5 days, I already feel like a different person. Which is
why what happened yesterday nearly derailed my positivity train. Yesterday morning when I
woke up, I was energetic and ready to enjoy the day. I reveled in some me time with my coffee
and a book, then had a delicious and healthy breakfast with my husband.
Late in the morning/early afternoon, I started feeling uneasy and slightly nauseous. And all I
wanted to do was sleep. This is a common symptom of my anxiety, so I was discouraged, thinking
that I was slipping into an anxiety-ridden day of being a non-functional couch blob, too
overwhelmed by life to do anything. It's sometimes difficult to differentiate between anxiety and
being physically ill, since my anxiety often manifests itself in physical symptoms. Was I coming
down with something? Or maybe I didn't sleep well the night before and was physically tired? Or
was I justifying allowing myself to be overcome by my anxiety? Tough call.
I consciously chose to take a nap. This decision could have had one of two outcomes - either I
would sleep for an hour and wake up refreshed, ready to take on the world ... or transform into
the aforementioned sniveling couch blob. And guess what? I woke up after about an hour, did
four loads of laundry and pre-cooked tonight's dinner. No blob here!
I guess THE PLAN is working. And I couldn't be more invigorated and excited to continue!