Just when is enough, enough?
For the past few weeks, I have been on a serious emotional rollercoaster. I found myself switching between mania and depression at the drop of a hat. Work has been nothing less than stressful and I can’t help but wonder if it was all my doing.
I have found myself back in the pit of people-pleasing and trying to find a balance has been difficult.
Throwing caution to the wind, I booked a 3-night stay at a hotel hoping to just take a break from everyone and rest. The first two nights were a complete bust but today I woke up not feeling fully rested, but a little more hopeful.
My room/apartment has a lot of mirrors, forcing me to finally look at my misshapen body. While my significant other finds me attractive and loves my extra curves, I do not. While I endeavour to love myself no matter how I look, I know that if I allow the weight to continue to pile on, it will spell serious problems for my lower back and knees and ankles.
So enough is enough. I have said this a million times before and I have tried this a million times before, but I will keep trying until I find what works for me I get back to being happy and healthy.