Last week I made a promise to myself to do EVERYTHING I know to keep my mental health under control.
I don't like to break promises.
Today's promise was the 3.5 mile bike ride I took this morning with Quinn in the trailer!
After the hellish past 2-4 weeks, give or take, I knew that taking control of my mental health NEEDED to be a priority in order to get my life back in some semblance.
I am journaling more intentionally - with both prompts to spark my creativity and free writing just to organize my thoughts.
I am being conscious of the things I consume - of course I drank too much this weekend, and no, I'm not sorry. But I listen to what my body needed to recover and get back on track, and supplemented as necessary.
I went to therapy and SOBBED the ugliest cry ever - and it felt fucking GOOD! I let out things I have been holding in for so long. I was reassured that I was doing all the RIGHT things, and have more confidence and pride in myself from it.
Exercising, lately, has been the very last thing I worry about. Shit, I've just been proud of getting out of bed every day.
But I knew I needed to be proactive, so I put my bike and the trailer in the truck LAST NIGHT so I had no excuse.
I brought Kennedy to school and TOLD Quinn what my plan was. And I stuck to it.
THREE AND A HALF MILES 😱😱😱 I am sort of worried about my legs and ass tomorrow, but I did what I knew I needed to.
This is my promise to myself, to keep fucking going! 💪🌱💞