Taking Care of It, and by It, I Mean Me.

      So for those of you who read faithfully, you know I missed writing last week. And this is because on that Sunday, life hit me like a freaking truck. Much like that scene in Pet Semetary, when that little boy was hit by a truck.  Except, in my case, all that was left was a blood filled stiletto instead of a tiny sneaker. Anyway, dark, but appropriate. 

Happy Kalie vs. Depressed Kalie

      And frankly, I should have known that it was coming, since my post two weeks ago was about being so happy. My life hasn't changed that much in that time. Things are still good. But like the seasons of life, depression also comes in waves. And I should maybe expect to experience lows after high highs. Yay, Persistent Depressive Disorder! 

       Anyway, all that being said, once I identified that I was experiencing a depressive slump, I leapt into action. Well...not really leapt, because I was depressed, but like I forced myself out of bed and tried to figure out a way to take care of things. When I'm depressed I think it's very important for me to practice self care. I went out of my way to do things that I knew would be healing to my soul. So for example, I did some of the following: 

1. Met up with my friends Jocelyn, Melody, and Alicia; being around people who fill me with positive energy is always healing. 

2. I drank hot chocolate. It's a personal obsession. 

3. I went to a bookstore. No further explanation needed

4. I watched Bo Burnham Stand Up. He makes me laugh.

5. I went to church. I sang, I cried, I had a revelation. 

6. I spent time with my mom. She's amazing. 

7. I got a new tattoo. An expensive way that I like to treat myself. 

8. I spent time reading. This always clears my mind, but I hardly have time for it anymore.

9. I watched horror movies. They're my comfort zone. 

10. I did my make up. Sometimes when you feel like crap, a nice rep lip does wonders. 

    I'm sure I did other things, but I just woke up and it's hard to recall all of them. Little things. Things that I know will ground me. Things that I know Kalie loves, when I feel like another very sad person living in her skin. And it's helped. I've revived a little. And I ask myself why I don't just make time for all these things every week? A little preventative medicine might go a long way. 

     Now as I move forward, getting back to my goals is priority. I managed to maintain my fitness progress pretty well.  If I could somehow manage to switch my coping mechanism from eating to working out, I'd be golden! But no time for regret, it's just about getting back on the horse. 

     In closing, I'd like to ask what you all do as self care? Maybe I could include it into my regimen! Thanks guys for your support and for your patience. You all rock, and you have my love.

  Thanks for reading, and happy eating.