Out of the past six weeks, I’ve had people staying with me for over three of them. My siblings, my friends. It’s been great, yet adapting back to normal life is quite the mission on its own. Especially since many of my friends visited simultaneously to celebrate Valborg. It’s an old Swedish tradition, probably partially heathen, from when you would celebrate light and spring with great bonfires at the end of April. These days, it’s all bonfires and BBQ, except in areas vastly populated by students, where it’s just days of pick-nicks and drinking and partying. As this years Valborg fell on a Monday, the entire weekend before was spent in a crazy haze. It was sunny and warm, we drank a lot, laughed a lot, danced and danced and danced. I made an effort not to eat unhealthily, but of course added quite an amount of booze and wine to my usual diet. At least the dancing was good for me.
Anyway, when everyone left, I basically felt happy, exhausted, sad, relieved at some alone-time and lonely, all at the same time. Also, admitting, I felt a bit bloated.
I am doing well though, had a week of exercising at the gym (got one of the instructors to show me the ropes) and eating mixed but nutritious foods and I feel fine. Or at least, I felt fine until I went on my first meeting of the year as the new Chairman of the board of our small home owners association, and it took three and a half hours. Afterwards, I felt drained, stressed and annoyed, since I had missed out on dinner, and instead just eaten some of the cake, as sweets are always present at the board meetings. So in other words: as always, I am doing well up until the point when I am not. Big surprise there.
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