Can you even guess what this blog post is about? I doubt it.
This is not the regularly scheduled blog post of the day. I had to take a moment to embrace the fact that I have a public platform in which to announce that I hate spiders. It wasn’t nearly as bad until I saw that freaking Jeff Daniels movie, I was totally fine before that. Now, now I am a baby, a shell of my former cool self when they are are around. Sure I play it off and try and act like “Hey, I’m cool, no flies on me.” Yeah, no flies on me because there are F**KING spiders everywhere catching them with their freaky spider webs.
Last night, was like any other night. I was getting ready to get into bed, sporting a sexy top and bottoms* with hair done all cute (*see paint stained pants, monster slippers, and facial mask) and I travel into the bathroom to brush my teeth when I see them. Surrounding me on all sides are tiny, quick moving, baby spiders. Apparently a hatch had just took place. What I didn’t realize is some had gotten on me and bit my back. I soon had puffed up, freaked out, and vowed to become OCD to the largest extreme as to never possibly face the chance of this happening again. The horror, oh, the horror.
Long after the incident I was still a blowfish of stress, I got no sleep last night, and discovered that their was spider visitor in the bed, the BED. COME ON! I have holes, a lot of them, that I just don’t want things crawling into people. Get your minds out of the gutters.
Question: “Leigh, we love you, but what the hell does this have to do with fat loss?”
I am getting to it.
Anyone that knows me knows that I am generally pretty chill. Getting me worked up into a state of physical distress is a pretty hard thing to achieve. However, once achieved, it is like explosion of the body reacting frantically to protect me. Remember, our system of stress response is for protection. It has not though evolved to understand the difference between “big bear coming to get me” and “Fred losing the latest account you just worked 2 weeks trying to land.”
What most don’t realize is that stress can cause you to look like ass. Right now I weigh 6 pounds more than normal, my body hurts, my eyes are puffy, I have bumps, itch, and am weak all to hell with lifting. I didn’t get any sleep, I am hungry, tired, thirsty and the last thing I want to do right now is stick to my current “diet”, no what I want to do is find the closest peanut butter and jelly sandwich and go to town. Great, now I am hungrier. Here is the thing, tomorrow I will be fine after good sleep and I am going to treat myself really good today. Nice bath coming up later, good eats instead of bad, I am going to laugh off the bad, work with the good, and get back to it.
Does this sound like you, daily? Are you having a hard time doing that 2nd part? Could it be that you have just as much stress to lose as you do fat? Could it be that your Achilles Heel isn’t exactly that doughnut but fact that you didn’t get but 5 hours of sleep before you saw it?
The body has a stress response that is there to protect you. If you don’t help shut off the alarm though, you aren’t ever going to get out of its hold. We are going to talk about that more again. In the meantime…
Sleep.Love.Eat.Laugh.
