Sometimes there are days that even ice cream can’t fix. I’ve tried. Even snagged a bite of brownie on my way out the door this evening for sushi and Red Mango frozen yogurt. Now munching on my second serving of Kashi cereal and almond milk while sipping on Sleepytime Vanilla tea.
To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I ate much today. But, I’m not sure, what with all the stress-related churning I experienced during many of the long hours. Not a good situation. Not a good sign of stress management.
And, as I contemplate with chagrin, that’s why I might be permanently doomed to have belly fat.
Did you know that the hormone cortisol that is released when a woman is stressed specifically triggers her body to store “protection” fat around her middle? That stresses me out. 🙂 Seriously, though . . .
Truly, it has been a “Jonah” day, as Anne of Green Gables would say. One of those days characterized by disbelief, fear, and the inside of a great big fish. One of those days that you hope doesn’t make a re-appearance anytime soon.
Francis Chan, author of Crazy Love, said that he hopes he lives life in such a way so that if God doesn’t show up, then he is screwed. I have to admit that commitment such as that statement implies scares me tonight. I feel myself wanting to run for cover, even look for a great fish to swallow me just so I don’t have to walk the streets of my enemy’s city.
But, walk I will . . . maybe always with a bit of chub around my middle as proof.