One I'm excited to talk about and one I'm not.
First the good stuff so if you aren't up for bumming info you can stop reading half way through. I'll give you a warning!
Last night I went with my friend Becky to get my spray tan for my photo shoot on Thursday.
When she got to my house it started pouring and I kinda freaked out.
Spray tans can go very wrong very quickly.
I have had a spray tan before and I loved it, but this time I REALLY REALLY loved it.
The woman who did it was amazing. She was super skinny and in shape which made me want to hate her but she was so funny and sweet that it was impossible.
She was super professional so while she was telling me to lift up my ladies and stick out my bum I felt totally normal.
She works at Sunless Solutions in Bedford NH and you can find her facebook page here.
She does spray tans for events like weddings, photo shoots, and even fitness competitions.
I highly highly recommend her if you are in the area.
She's also really good about choosing a shade. She went darker for my friend and lighter for me to make it look more natural.
Her office was clean and welcoming and warm which is important when you are nakey.
A spray tan is $35 but if you bring a friend she takes $5 off.
While I'm not really where I was hoping to be, being tan always makes me feel so much better.
Every thing looks better with a tan.
Okay all you happy people stop reading here.
I also made an appointment with my primary doctor yesterday for something I have been meaning to see someone about for awhile.
I feel like it's something I've always had but comes in waves. I also partook in more "recreational activities" when I was younger so I feel like maybe that helped? Or I just gave less shits
Either way, lately it has been through the roof.
I've had plenty of people tell me that I have no idea what anxiety is really like, and I can function just fine so I'm obviously okay but they don't know that when I lay down to go to sleep I feel like I'm drowning.
When I'm in the car by myself I feel like there is a rope around my chest and it's slowly getting tighter and tighter. Like the air is too thick to breath and if I don't talk myself down then I feel like I'm going to explode.
I hold everything in and then I scream at my kids because they aren't listening.
While my husband is supportive he just doesn't understand.
When I tell him my anxiety is really bad he asks me why.
That's the great thing about anxiety it's not one particular thing that causes it. It's just there. It manifests itself in different forms and at random times.
I don't have panic attacks, but I live my life every day feeling like I'm on the edge of one.
Running helps, working out helps, while I'm doing it.
That's a big reason why I'm a distance runner.
I can run for 2 hours and all I think about for two hours is running.
I've had a lot of added stress lately with finding a new job, student loans, bills.
While I really don't want to be put on medication, I would also really like some sleep.
So I made the appointment, we will go from there.
Anyone else out there in blog land dealing with this? What works for you?
Don't forget to come back tomorrow for The Little Things link up with Marla from Luck Fupus