What a rollercoaster of a day.
Woke up feeling rubbish, hormones are just settling back down now, so I decided to have a nice easy day catching up on work. Then I find out that I've been locked out of one of the systems and the only two people who have authorisation to whitelist my IP are both off for the week. We eventually had to get my boss in on his day off as he still had access and then I had to teach him how to do my job which was... interesting.
That gets sorted and there's a knock at the door. Random old man there... "hello, I'm [landlord's] dad, I didn't give notice becuase I'll only be here ten minutes, I just need to nip up to the loft. Thank fuck the place was clean but it shot my anxiety through the roof.
So I ended up binge spending. Then I felt like an absolute failure and I was so full of self-loathing that I struggled to focus on anything at work all afternoon. So I felt worse. So I went to bed at 4:45.
Then I said 'fuck this shit', booked myself into a gym class and set off. Some billy no-balls heckled me from a car but I decided that, as I was in a hurry, I might as well run there. So I completed W2R1 of C25K, then did a 45 minute body combat class (there was a guy there who looked so much like Rami Malek, who is a pretty unique looking guy so that was interesting) and then walked back.
Exhausted is an understatement. I'm still sad that I spent my feelings earlier but relapses happen and beating myself up is only going to make it worse in the long run. I'm pretty pleased with myself for turning my day around though.
Tomorrow will be a lot calmer. If only because this is my first exercise class since Feb 2020 and I'm not sure I will be able to walk in the morning