Everyone has the blah’s occasionally. The past few days I have found myself really struggling with energy and joy. The constant clouds and rainy weather isn’t helping at all. I could never live in the pacific northwest, I would be in constant depression.
Being a little down is rough but what really matters is how you deal with it. Of course, I go for the uber healthy route (I’m lying).
Anytime I’m down or I’ve had a really bad day I deploy the same exact coping mechanism.
It starts innocently enough with a little trip to the grocery store after the kids are in bed. Every single time my cart will look like this…
Flowers. check. Healthy appearance due to heavy amounts of fruits and vegetables. check. Chocolate cake smuggled in there somewhere. check. check. check.
See I go for the cake.
It’s not healthy (at all) but it’s my coping mechanism. Some of you might cope with a rough day by going for a very long jog or beating the crap out of a punching bag at a gym. I’m very proud of you. Now would you like some cake?
Anytime I’m down I have to have cake. Not just any cake, no. Chocolate cake swimming in a bowl full of milk.
It’s how I’ve ate it as long as I can remember it. I remember eating it like that growing up when my mom or grandma would make my favorite chocolate cake. It’s a happy place for me. It’s a very sad place for my hips but they’re selfish and need to stop thinking about themselves.
So when I’m down, or maybe dealt with crazy kids the entire day, Mr. Byrd knows.
When he sees the cake, He knows.
Betta watch out because momma might be a little cranky.
So the next time you feel a little down, just give it a little try. Jogging is overrated and might lead to future joint issues (lying again), but cake, cake is your friend.