Battling Mid-Week Blues
There is no denying, I am in a much better head space than I was pre-pandemic. You know, the before times, when we did stuff. Generally, my mental health is pretty good, and I rarely have to deal with episodes of sheer hopelessness. I am a happy mermaid. But, that is not to say that I don't get blue and spells of melancholy. Sometimes it's the weather bringing me down, others I am overwhelmed by all the life that is happening, and sometimes it is just mid-week burn out. Having a job does that to you. It is nonsense that I have to re-adjust to and, well, that is why I am here today. I need some good mid-week blues coping mechanisms. Because I turn to food and that is, as you would expect, making me chonky. I try so hard to be body positive, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself and just see a tree trunk. Part of my brain says I am always going to look a little stocky, it's a side effect of the massive knockers and being short. But I am losing the curves I liked and g...