So I'm gradually coming out of my funk and returning to semi-normal. Why not push myself all the way back to normal? Well, that would just be boring.
Thank you all so much for your gentle words of encouragement, thoughts and prayers after my soul baring last post. Writing about it helped, as did your kind comments. Thank you.
A few other things have helped me climb up from my self imposed pit of doom and gloom. I highly recommend keeping a supply of at least a couple of these in case you find your chariot swinging a bit too low:
*A group of your bestest girlfriends ringing your doorbell one morning and kidnapping you for emergency coffee and chatter. They don't care that you are wearing stretchy yoga pants for the third day in a row and are on the wrong side of fresh, they take you anyway.
*A rainy weekend timed perfectly with a sleepover with the grandparents for the little person.
*A date, albeit drenching, to eat Mediterranean food at a favorite haunt followed by renting a stack of movies at Blockbuster.
*Escaping mentally for several hours with Marley & Me, Hancock and Transporter 1 & 2.
*Develop crush on Jason Statham.
*Decide it is your duty to deplete a copious supply of fundraiser cookie dough in a surprisingly short period of time.
*Once the sugar high wears off, realize you will have to exercise non-stop for the next three weeks to balance the damage you have inflicted upon yourself.
*Banish those thoughts from your brain. Check to see if any cookies are left.
*Discover zippers and buttons are overrated. Elastic is totally the way to go. Continue to wear yoga pants with head held semi-high.
*Be incredibly grateful your family and friends put up with your moods and love you anyway.