I started the Fitmas challenge all like "3 workouts a week?! Easy! Pftt...I'll do four!!"
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The past two weeks my stress levels have just been hideous and I can barely manage the three workouts. I'm desperate to keep going because I worry that if I stop I will wallow and never get back to it but holy frosted snowballs is it hard.
My stress is not even entirely justified. It's all just wanting this Christmas to be perfect, not just for me but for those around me. Work is nuts (I work in retail, my job is to literally organise an entire department stores worth of staff every day) and there's extra work on top of my christmas levels of work and then staff keep dropping either with suspected Covid (not many fortunately) or with an awful cold/flu virus that's going around which means I have to re-do work I've already finished.
We're not hosting Christmas but we are seeing my family on Boxing Day, first time we've all been together in 18 months (so I'm freaking out about possibly catching covid and missing that) and then we're hosting husband's family the following day and they've made requests for homemade this and that but I have literally one day off before Christmas and I need to finish my Christmas shopping and do a food shop somehow and the news just keeps getting worse with this effing variant and it's all getting a bit too much and I'm starting to wish I could just hide in a cave until it's all over.
Okay, I'll stop moaning now. Just needed to vent. Sorry ladies.
I promise to remember that Queens Don't Quit! xx
