In the past, when I received bad news, especially stressful news, I comforted myself by burrowing into the sofa with massive amounts of mind-numbing food shoveled into my mouth whilst the TV distracted with equally mind-numbing ‘entertainment.’
This time, I’m taking care of myself. Hubby received his news last Thursday. And I’ve made it a point to keep working out. Yesterday I added weights and boy howdy I was sore this morning. It was tempting to take an unplanned rest day. But down deep, I knew the soreness would go away if I went through the motions again today, without the weights. And I was right. And by taking care of myself physically, I feel that I am strong enough to get through this with my husband without resorting to drowning in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. One day at a time.
We’re on vacation this week. And I’ve got a knitting push on to finish up a gift. I can’t show pictures of my current project – it is a gift after all. But I plan to whip up a pair or two of these for my next project. I knit something like 8 pairs of these between Halloween and Christmas last year. They’re a fun fast knit. I need that now.