Today I was in a funk.
A Funk-A-Sauruas as I call it.
I don’t want to turn to food anymore. It brings me NO joy to turn to food when I’m in a funk. None.what.so.ever. I sat on the couch and thought to myself “you’re bored and lonely…get your bathers on and head to the beach”
19 ways to break a fUnK
- Admit it, announce it and make a plan
- Find a trashy novel (romance, crime) and read for 30 minutes
- Do some sort of exercise for just 10 minutes
- Go to sleep
- Make a cup of tea or coffee or iced coffee
- Write down five things you’re grateful for
- Make a vision board
- Hit up twitter with your funk for inspiration and/or support
- Find a new recipe here, here, here, here or here
- Read some awesome, amazing, fun, inspiring books
- Call up a volunteering agency around where you live
- Go pick some flowers
- Shave your legs or your beard or put on a face mask
- Pray or meditate
- Read some great, fabulous, mind-thinking, good, honest, hilarious blogs
- Call a friend
- DANCE!!!!! Your bootay off!
- Ask yourself WHY you’re in the funk…listen to the answer
- Go dip yourself into the ocean, local pool or hot tub
I’m telling you…that after about 3.8 seconds of getting into the water…my funk was gone. I rode the waves, crashed into the sand and loved every single minute of it. (note to self, make sure that your bathers are tied tightly onto your body..erk!)
Funks are reminders, at least to me, that we have a fork-in-the-road when they come along to as to how we deal with them.
Do we go back to our old destructive habits
Get some sand between our toes and de-funk ourselves
how do you deal with funks?