This is that stressful time of the semester. You know, the one where you're curled in a ball with a stack of books and the pot of coffee beside you, which you drink out of straight because a mug is too much to get between you and the caffeine that you need to maintain basic functions. The time of the year where you have THIS much to do and >this< much time, and so you start skimping on things like sleeping. Eating. Spending time with loved ones. Going to the gym. Showering.
Yep, it's the middle of the semester. Despite how much I try to prevent it from happening, I reach a point in the semester where I get completely overwhelmed. Coupled with some other stressful occurrences (which hopefully are just tiny misunderstandings that the STRESS made me blow out of proportion), I'm a bit of a mess right now.
But then there was the Fall Break. We get a Fall Break this year, and I'm gladdened and joyful to know that it's just OVER THERE. All I have to do is make it a couple of more days, and it'll be in my hand and then I can sleep and catch up and maybe even get a little ahead, as long as I don't collapse into a big pile, leaving a residue of coffee behind.
This is usually the time of the year where I eat and eat and eat. I give up on my attempts to restrict sugar or stop eating pastries or whatever, and I just go for it. I usually gain 5 pounds, which is enough to set me back on the path of healthy eating again. I hate it, but it generally happens like clockwork.
Except for this year. The month of no processed food has meant that I have been avoiding going where people will offer me delicious things full of sugar and delight. And the more I've been doing it (11 days and counting!) the more I want to keep on. Because while I am stressed, I'm feeling generally alert. Sharper. Perhaps it's wishful thinking and I'm really all slow and say really dumb things, but I feel more on the ball lately. I've been exercising more regularly than normal too, so that seems to be contributing.
Can I keep this up? I sure hope so. It's been one less stressful factor that I usually have to worry about--the not-fun feeling of having to squeeze a slightly larger self into clothes is something I'm glad to leave behind.