“Laughter is by definition healthy” – Doris Lessing
The Friday before New Year’s day, my wife, older son, daughter-in-law and I spent the day together. My daughter-in-law wanted time with her brother-in-law while he was in town. Also, both of them had some work to do for their jobs, so they were telecommuting from my living room. My wife was doing a bit of crocheting. That left me to sip coffee and read funny things on the Internet. Occasionally I peppered the conversation with some of what I was reading. By the end of the day, all of us had several good laughs.
I have no idea if Doris is right in this quote. I don’t know if there is a specific health benefit to laughter or not. I do know that I like to laugh, and occasionally I can get one in that makes someone around me laugh too, and that is nice.
Sadly, I haven’t been feeling funny the last few days. I can’t really explain it. Things are going well in my life. Work is busy but good, and my home life really couldn’t be better. Still, I am in a funk. Call it post-Holiday depression, or the cumulative effect of short days and long nights if you will. I honestly don’t know. Every day I pack my lunch, and every night I set out my workout gear. I do great with eating the lunch, but I still find myself snacking too much in the evening. The Weight Watcher’s icon on my phone is in a prominent place, but lately I am very careful not to accidentally touch it. I come here and commit to myself, but by the time I dress and get to work that commitment is out of my head.
As for the workouts, the same pile of gym clothes has been neatly stacked and ready for use since Sunday night. Yesterday I overslept the alarm without ever waking up. Today was a much more conscious effort to go back to sleep.
At work I wasn’t feeling 100% yesterday. I’d made a few unscheduled trips to the bathroom, if you get my drift. I came home from work, and crashed on the couch for a 90+ minute nap. I hardly left the comfort of that couch for the rest of the evening.
I need to get out of this funk.
As I sit and write, my lunch is already packed, and I intend to put the gym clothes into my bag and take them with me to work. Perhaps I need to change it up and go after work. Honestly, if I don’t find my way out of this funk soon, I will start to question why I am taking the 15 to 20 minutes every morning to write this blog. If I am not serious about weight loss, and being more healthy, then what is the point of sitting here?
So, the rest of the joke from above… Two guys walk into a bar, the woman ducks. 😉
Bobby-C’s thought for the day…Being in a funk sucks. Today my focus, when it is not on the work of the day, will be on getting myself out of this hole.