Yesterday was a bit of a trying day.
As part of my job I run several rehab programs a week for COPD, cardiac and diabetic patients. Long story short - yesterday one of my patients called me fat.
I was proud of myself though for the way I reacted. I calmly walked away, and though I wanted to cry, took several deep breathes and went back to the group. No tears, no tantrums, just a few deep breathes to calm myself down.
Anyway, normally at a time like that the logical thing to do would be to eat something really disgusting to make myself feel better. Instead I stuck with my eating plan for the day (no junk, thank you!) and used my anger to motivate me to go for a run when I got home from work.
It was well after 6pm when I got home so it was much too dark to go too far, so I did a short, sharp hilly run (about 25mins) and just absolutely powered the whole thing. I can't remember the last time I ran so angry. I never run that fast, let alone uphill!
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I'm proud of the way I handled it. Instead of crumbling in a heap on the floor like I normally would I held it together and used it to motivate me through a workout that I actually really enjoyed.
Maybe things really are turning around this time... Oh, and as a reward I bought myself a new dress!!
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