Six days ago I had all of my wisdom teeth pulled out, as a result, I wasn’t able to move much. This week happened to be one of the mentally hardest I’ve had in a while. Not being able to move simultaneously is usually a trigger for me to spiral emotionally and end up feeding my feelings with foods that leave my body feeling awful. Sunday night I took some breaths, I talked to a friend, and I asked for help in advocating for someone extremely important to me. Talking to that friend reminded me that in order to show up and be the best me, I needed to still care for my body and mind- especially when things get hard. So here I am, a week later, back to workouts (trusting my body to know when it was ready), still being mindful of what I eat (both for my mouth’s sake and my mind), and with a therapist picked out to contact tomorrow. I am so grateful for my physical strength. The connection between my physical health and mental health becomes more apparent and more important to me everyd