Worry can be downright paralyzing and it can lead to some pretty nasty consequences. We all deal with fear, anxiety and uncertainty in different ways.
I got it honest. My dad was a worrywart. His mom was a worrywart. I was a full-fledged worrywart! The old Carla would eat and eat as a “coping” mechanism, but truly, that was not coping at all. It didn’t matter how much I ate, I was never able to fill the void of fear. I was the QUEEN of worry, but I’ve learned to let it go.
I’ve learned that the worries I obsessed over were nearly always out of my control anyway. I’ve been able to stop eating my worry and, instead, focus on two alternate ways to cope.
First, I remind myself of Philippians 4:6. “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.” Praying in the manner of this verse has made a world of difference for me.
The second strategy I rely on is to take my worries to the gym. A great thing happens when I beat up my anxieties, and it’s called endorphins. After a good workout, I can feel the stress of worry gone and a sense of calm in its place.
This week has caught me off guard. With lots on my plate, I began to feel the all-too-familiar feelings coming back. Gathering my thoughts for today’s Tuesday Tip helped me regain focus, a great reminder…pray, work-out and let it go!