Let It Go.

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m supposed to give up something unhealthy - for a week. I’m thinking... What can I give up? So many things to choose from...

It’s unhealthy for me to:

• slather myself in toxic (great smelling) lotions
• wash my hair with toxic shampoo (again, great smelling)
• stress about situations that are beyond my control
• use artificial sweetener - every day
• not drink enough water

...I could go on and on. At least I’m discovering topics for the next round of “give something up for a week!”

I choose stress about situations that are beyond my control! I had an event happen on Monday, very stressful and a bit out of my control let I let it effect my mood and my life. Stress takes its toll making me anxious, depressed and not able to function fully. I present myself as the happy-go-lucky easy-going type so any fluctuation in my mood and people ask questions. What’s wrong?? *ugh*

Now, two days later, I have evidence of the stress presenting itself in a nice little package - right on my face - my upper lip to be exact. *swell, swelling, swollen* No matter how I like to sugar coat it, it is what it is. Anytime I run myself down I get this little reminder from my body to let go. Sunburn? Swollen lip. Depressed? Swollen lip. Stressed? Swollen lip. Not enough sleep? You got it, swollen lip! If I don’t catch it in time - at that first *tingle*, it becomes swollen and unsightly, looks like I got socked. Right now it simply looks like I have a little too much restilan filler on the left side of my cupid’s bow. UGH. ICE! ICE! ICE! It’s the natural killer for this. So, as I sit in my office holding an ice bag to my lip I get a barrage of questions from curious and *concerned* (i.e. snoopy) co-workers. Yes, I even got the restilan question. Let it go! (picture to come)So.
Day 1 of letting go of things beyond my control.

• Stop worrying.
• Stop holding it in.
• Stop being so sensitive.

Let’s go with, “like water off a duck’s back.”

...and now my husband isn’t being cooperitive. *sigh* No plans for lunch, no plans for dinner... Today is just a day. I agree - but, I’m

still a girl. *being sensitive* Now my feelers are hurt.

A vendor just delivered chocolate to my desk. That should help.