I've never tried as hard to get in tune with my body and my well-being than I am in my 25th year of life. In high school and even college, I rarely got sick. I remember having the flu my senior year of high school and making sure I still attended my A.P. classes (yeah, "leadership" was my get home and nap for an hour time). I got sick once in college and still rallied after recuperating over winter break. I'm not bragging or anything, but I simply never had to worry about the state of the physical 'me.'
After three years of intense work, little sleep and less time to devote to healthy eating and gym time, I began to "worry" about my physical self. No, I didn't sit around and wonder what was plaguing me like a hypochondriac; rather, I could simply see how my lifestyle had taken a toll. What I ate impacted my productivity. Soda gave me a boost, and then instantly led me to nap city. I started to see the lack of sleep take a toll on my skin.
I'm grateful for fantastic insurance, doctors that take "stress" seriously, and a supportive significant other. But at the end of the day, the only one that can take care of me is, well, me. Hitting the gym after a stressful day is becoming normal. Rewarding myself with coconut water or one of those expensive juices (yes, stupid but I love them) is better than a cupcake. I refocus myself whenever I find free time, even if it's a few minutes.
Moral of the story: You do you. Don't let your boss or your mother or anyone for that matter take away the most important thing in your life. Your health is irreplaceable, and no matter how unhealthy you think you are, there is hope. Message me to go to spin class with you. We may be the slowest in the class, but at least we'll be there ;)
I may have claimed the ridiculous amount of vitamins I bought today were for my grandma (source). #noshame