Well, January has been par for the course at the Town’s End with three doctor visits, two rounds of antibiotics, and multiple uses of inhalers. Ah the joys of being a parent. Thankfully, all I’ve had is a lingering cough that’s been around since last April, so I’ve been able to tend to my little ones as they hack and sniffle. But I tell you, the stress takes a toll.
With only 2K words written this month, I’m behind on my writing goals (should’ve written 4K by now). I’ve been sticking to my exercise…with some adjustment to my original plans. BeachBody Core De Force is off the plate. I can’t get the kids out the door in time to get consistently enough to work and do my workout before I start my shift. So I’m using the treadmill at home to do 30 minutes of cardio at 5AM.
Okay, once I get going it isn’t that bad. I turn on my happy light (see SAD), drink cold-brew coffee, and remind myself that this is the year of the Halle Berry Body. I also play my favorite motivational video to give me that extra boost when I need it.
So what does any of this have to do with being an ISTJ? Well, let’s take a snippet from the page I linked:
Under stress, ISTJs may fall into “catastrophe mode”, where they see nothing but all of the possibilities of what could go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.
Yep. That sums me up alright. I’ve been eating my feelings, chowing down on all the unhealthy carbs like kettle cooked potato chips, spaghetti and white bread, and calrose rice. And the Red Bull. All the Red Bull. There was one night where my dinner only consisted of Red Bull. I know I shouldn’t. This is the year of the Halle Berry Body, after all. But with the Colonel’s Challenge tracking board keeping an eye on me, I can’t let my exercise slide, so it’s the diet that’s going to give. Besides, with the exercise, I’ll be burning off those extra calories… right?
I think I need better stress-handling tactics.
What’s your personality type? How do you handle stress? Is it legal to bubble-wrap children?