So I quit my day job a couple of weeks ago and now I'm working full-time from home, doing the part-time job I'd mentioned earlier.

I've always considered myself a lucky gal and now? Well now this sort of seals the deal. I get paid handsomely to work on something I genuinely consider to be a blast, from home, with my dog. I'm over with Day Two and I cannot understand why I didn't find a way to make this happen before.

In these two days, I've worked, ran errands, prepared and eaten healthy meals (save the bratwurst I had at the White Sox game last night), ran and worked out at the gym. And in about an hour I'm considering heading around the corner to the new yoga studio for an hour's worth of yoga. THIS is what working from home affords you, kids. It's the best, and I already feel tons healthier and happier as a result of it.

Since about the end of May, I've just felt like an all-over mess. It's been rough, to be honest. I said before, the injuries and the sinus infection and the working 15 hours a day just about did me in. Really and truly. There was a lot of crying here at Lose The Buddha Headquarters. And don't think I don't know that the fact that I was only working out once, twice a week was compounding the crying. If I don't work out, I get emotional. I need that outlet or I go crazy. Which, like I said, I did.

One of the promises I made to myself a long, long time ago was that no matter what happened, I wouldn't beat myself up for perceived missteps. In the past, what always kept me from staying healthy and taking care of myself was that if I got out of line even the slightest, I viewed it as a setback and it would be months, sometimes years, before I tried again. I was usually sicker, heavier and in worse shape than before. Now, things are different. Despite being seriously injured and working like a madman, I never lost focus on how crucial nutrition and exercise are to my life. I knew things would loosen up again, that I'd find the time.

And, so, here I am.

Saturday morning I went out and ran in the pouring rain. I had to. There were no more reasons for me not to get out there and run. Rain isn't good enough of a reason. Besides, it turned out to be pretty glorious, not to mention peaceful. Not surprisingly, the streets are pretty deserted on a Saturday morning that's greeted by tons and tons of rain. But it felt so good, so uplifting, to be back out there.

Two months is a long time to be out, and so I've been taking it slow. I'm running and lifting regularly again, albeit at abbreviated distances and weights, respectively. But give it time and I'll be back in full gear.

For now, it's just nice not to be in pain.

Posted by Erin at 05:36 PM | filed under: Random