Tired and out of sorts

I felt whiny and complaining today because I feel lousy.  I am trying to remind myself that my body hates, I mean hates to travel.  I always have a back lash.  I am still able to work every day, I just buckle when I get home.  I have a ton of stuff to do but my get up and go got up and went without me.  Waaaa.  My counselor would ask me if I wanted a little cheese to go with my whine.  He was like that.  Problems he was always more than willing to tackle.  Whining with no intent to do anything about it was on his no list.  I’m going to do something about this.  I stayed home from Karate tonight so I am going to go to bed early.  I am proud of myself for following up on an order I wanted to cancel.  The company was giving me a hard time about it because it was tied to other stuff but I didn’t want to pay for something I didn’t want.  Weird how companies are trying to lock people into financial commitments without giving value for the money given.  I am proud of myself for being persistent when I didn’t feel like doing anything but crawling back into bed. I was assertive without getting nasty.  I explained clearly without getting personal.  It was about their product having soy in it and I am not eating any soy.  My throat and ability to swallow is improving daily.  I was offered chocolate candy that I knew had soy lecithin.  No thank you worked.  Yup I had chocolate ice cream for dessert tonight because it has no soy.  Woot-Woot.

One thing I did learn from my mother, most of the work is done by people that often don’t feel well.  I looked around at work.  Yup people felt tense, tired, out of sorts but come to work any way.  I am starting to see what mother meant, people do work when they don’t feel good.  It is easier to do my job when I do feel good but feeling good is not a job requirement.  Hmmm.  Learning that perfect bliss rarely exists.  I am also learning that working myself into the ground is not beneficially either.  Still looking for an in between doable state.  Not there yet. 


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