All week I've felt a little off kilter. My nerve endings are slightly exposed and I feel like I'm stepping slightly out of my natural rhythm. I'm concurrently incredibly tired and hyper awake. It's strange. I'm blaming August.
On Monday night the clock stopped at 6pm, and the amount of times I've glanced at that clock makes it feel like it's always 6pm. The land of 6pm.
Yesterday I stopped and took stock of myself, and I wasn't liking what I saw. I felt like I needed some control back, and yes, it may be superficial, but it was time for a physical overhaul. A bit of TLC. Hair that was super frizzy and thrown back in a ponytail was washed and straightened. I finally made an appointment to get my terrible regrowth attended to. Nails with chipped and raggedy polish were buffed and repolished in my new super soothing favourite colours- aqua and turquoise. I always go for Rimmel as they have the best brushes.
Legs were shaved, eyebrows plucked, skin exfoliated to within an inch of its life and then I finally applied my current favourite product to my face- Garnier Pure 3 in 1. Ever since that last evil monster blemish popped up I use this religiously morning and night without fail, and so far-touch wood- no more have made an appearance. I use it everyday as a facewash and exfoliant, and on Tuesday and Saturday mornings I leave it on for three minutes as a face mask.
After all that primping and preening, I started to feel a semblance of my old self.
Just to add to the whole self-improvement thing, while the Little Lion drifted off for his afternoon nap I threw myself into Jillian Michael's No More Trouble Zones. Every single muscle may be hurting right now, but those endorphins have given me a good kick start and I'm congratulating myself for reaching for my hand weights rather than a piece of chocolate.
Tomorrow, I'm wearing something that shouts colour. Enough of the black. And, I'm getting a new battery for the clock. I'm a little over the Land of 6pm.