I am making and taking my own advice this week. I have worked myself into an unnecessary funk over this whole situation. I have been parading around in my exquisite sadness, riveted to my 'tragedy'. But, I don't have a patent on grief and I didn't invent pain. So, I am going to get myself out of it. And, apparently, no one takes notice of the person who wallows in self pity... You have to be confident it seems.
My advice being,
"Time heals all wounds. You will move on. Love what you have, smile about what you had. It will all work out."
I have written it on my mirror in some form of affirmation. I intend to read it every time I glance at it. Lets see how that goes for a few days... I actually do feel a bit lighter already.
PS, Did someone say its time to start working out again? Lose that relationship weight? And then the Break-up weight?
Will keep status updates on that, and as a reminder of how hard I originally worked, I will chart to you my weight loss journey of last year.
Oh my, I live in a chick flick.
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