I am on the Parent Advisory Council at my son's school. We are two weeks out from a big event that is thrown every year. Not only am I part of the planning committee, I am doing a photography presentation. If it is one thing that I have, it is the gift of gab......except in front of an audience. I think I could win world's worst public speaker. Seriously, it is like watching a train wreck, I studder, shake, and I sweat like a whore in church.
The stress is kind of getting to me. Have I started this presentation? I think you know the answer to this question....no, not really. I have a skeleton of an outline and no clue how to use PowerPoint. I have so much to do and I am running out of time. I need to also take a boat load of photos to go along with this presentation. I don't know why I do this to myself. I certainly do not work well under this kind of pressure.
I admit it. I am am stress eater. My inner fat girl took over the situation and I landed in a bag of chips and vat of ice cream. During my brain storming session, I polished off almost an entire bag of chips. I know I have some serious issues. I am hoping that admitting this for the world to see will give me enough public humiliation to scare me straight and to find another way to constructively deal with stress.
Unfortunately I am not a stress runner. When my world is not quite right, I cannot get moving. I physically get sick to my stomach and my legs turn to dead weight while I am trying to run. Instead, I need to obsess about things rather than get out and clear my head. I have to figure out how run off my stress instead faceplanting into carbs.
I have not run since Saturday...but I am planning on getting out there. Tomorrow.