Stress

Stress.

Pressure.

Whatever you want to call it, it has been eating me up.

Funny phrase. Eating me up.

I tend to eat when I am anxious and when I get manic.

Like earlier today when I wrote about how I just closed a deal, felt great and headed right to the refrigerator to eat some cheese.

Why?

Habit?
Yeah.

Celebration?
Yeah.

Feeling GREAT?
Yeah

All of that, but this afternoon, I have too much to do and decided to acknowledge the feeling of being overwhelmed by blogging. It forces me to stop and pay attention and, maybe, if I'm luck, by the time this is over, I won't feel as much stress and pressure.

There, I closed my eyes and took two breaths. That was good.

I still feel some pressure but not as much.

I'm tired, too.

Slowing down to breathe helped but it brought out the fact that I am tired.

Good.

Pressure

It feels ate building and I started to feel pressure in my chest. The kind of pressure I associate with stress.

I decided to step away for a few minutes so I got in the car and took a short drive to return something to WalMart. Just a few minutes away from the refrigerator.

Smart!