The Power of Anger

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Anger is a fantastic motivator. Think about it. I don’t know about you, but sadness doesn’t do a thing to motivate me. In fact, it de-motivates me. It makes me want to curl up with three bags of junk food and a gallon of red wine and numb out through pure gluttony and intoxication. It’s easy not to do anything when you don’t feel anything. Sadness helps me empathize with people who suffer from depression. No wonder you can’t get your ass off the couch, you don’t give a fuck. You’re not angry enough!

Anger stirs in me, anger fills my belly with fire…. anger can get me results, damn it! (Love is great too, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not talking about that right now. Probably because I’m currently angry.)

Why the mini-rage, you ask? I was at work today and a customer put her hand on my stomach and said, “Ohhhh congratulations!” That might be a sweet gesture if I was actually pregnant. But I’m not. Never have been, lady.

After having a few laughs with my co-workers, I let the irritation set in. I wasn’t angry at the woman, I was angry with myself. Truthfully, it just shone the spotlight on something I’d been ignoring.

It started around March this year, I noticed I wasn’t able to fit into most of my spring and summer clothing. I’ve never had this problem before, not in the long term. But this was different because the fact was, I never did lose the extra 10 pounds that I had gained over the winter. I decided to ramp up the exercise during the spring and summer, but I still couldn’t shake it. I’m sure it was because I was taking in way more calories than I was burning off, and according to my “baby bump”, I still am! Ugh!

I have also found that my upper back is hurting like crazy these last few weeks, a classic sign that my structural system is in need of some extra muscle and stretching. But have I done anything to address these problems?? NOPE! Not in any significant way. In fact, I keep on baking more muffins! Fuck me!

So this is good, this anger… it’s going to give me some power. It probably goes without saying that seething about something you can’t change is a waste, so you’re better off keeping your cool. But this… this I can embrace, I can turn this into passion.

That lady was the kick in the ass I needed. The lesson here is to take your anger and turn it into something that is great! What do you need to get angry about? Figure it out, and let your blood boil. (Don’t just hang onto it though, that’ll kill you.) You actually have to DO something about it! You can bet that I’ll be whispering under my breath, “I’m not fucking pregnant!” as I put down the salt and vinegar chips and get my ass off the couch! A plan is in place, and I will sip my anger every day until I get to where I need to be.

Stay tuned.

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One thought on “The Power of Anger

  1. I thought everyone was motivated by anger, I sure am! If you ask either of my kids they’ll tell that when they got home from school and I was scrubbing floors on my hands and knees (or cleaning the house in a psychotic frenzy) they stayed away, usually until I stopped. I’m still this way, only now I try to go for a run in the trails with my dogs instead, living alone in such a tiny place doesn’t leave me with much cleaning to do……

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