My healthy methods of coping in times of trial (and yes, there are unhealthy ones, too):

At least thirty minutes on the treadmill with the beautiful view.  Adding a little each day.  This is essential.

I am always amazed at how much better I feel (physically and emotionally) when I exercise.

Why is it so hard to do something that is so good for me?

Notice beautiful things.  This is my great-grandmother's pitcher.  I love it.

The shadows and sunshine are a bonus.

This is a technique we have used since we were first married.  When life gets to be too much, one of us will say:  "We need to be very busy."  And that means Nothing Happens.  

Last weekend's plans didn't work out, but this weekend is going to be Very Busy.  

Cannot wait.


The Autumn Rain said…
Every morning this week I have woken up late and resolved that *tomorrow* I would work out. So far it hasn't happened; I just keep sleeping and sleeping (we're talking 9-11 hours a night; my [semi-unhealthy] way of avoiding writing philosophy papers...). But now I'm feeling resolved. Today is the day.

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