Wednesdays sometimes feel like Mondays.

Heck of a day at work today.  I actually lost track of how many people I saw, though it seemed like every last one of them had three kids.  Is three kids the new 2.5 children and a dog? 

Dinner was quick and with minimal cleanup, and then I played with Pete (the mini-doxie who owns my soul), and now I’m planning on doing some reading before my husband calls.  I picked up this book last night at the library, and while it’s very anecdotal, it still gives me the same feeling I get when I surf the body-acceptance blogs: that I am part of a community, that I’m not fighting alone.

I’m a little less in my head this week because being busy interferes with that (thank heavens!).  And I have a kind of stressful appointment on Friday afternoon, so right now, I’m very much focused on that and not thinking quite so much about  my body.  And honestly, that in itself is a fairly positive change; normally, outside stress causes me to get more rigid with myself, really crack down on the food and increase the exercise.  This time around, I’m going with extra coffee, lots of word puzzles, and comfy pants. 

I prefer dealing with stress this way.  Now, if I can just get Friday over with…