My week started great. Monday morning started with an energized C3 Workout, focusing on back, biceps, core, and cardio. I felt alert and alive. Bring on the week! By Tuesday morning, things shifted. I had to be up and out at 6am for a long drive to NYC followed by a full-day work event. Knowing that I needed to get up early, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned for hours so, needless to say, I was running on fumes by the time I got in the car. Traffic didn’t help and by 3pm, the migraine started.
I recovered somewhat on Wednesday, but still had to work a full day before Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish new year) began at sundown. On Thursday, we went to my Mom’s for the holiday. Now I love my family, but as a close friend reminds me, “Family, feelings, food and your f***ed.” So true. When my food gets intertwined with any feeling and then you add the dynamics of family (even on good days) boring foods can suddenly seem sexy.
By Friday, I wanted to hit the reset button. How did Monday feel so long ago? With work piling up, my sleep dwindling down, and my belly puffing out, exercising felt essential, but so hard. I know I’m not the only one who gets overwhelmed with a busy schedule, but when it happens to me, it’s easy to feel like I’m struggling alone.
This is when I truly appreciate my community across Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Of course, I also love those special friends who offer compassion and understanding while suggesting self-care steps. My wonderful girlfriend suggested that I do my workout, while she navigated her own crazy day with her two little ones. That snapped me into reality. We all have our crazy moments, so it helps to lean on each other so we don’t crack. Anyway, cranky me changed clothes and started my routine, feeling like a kid pouting through her chores. Eventually, the endorphins kicked in, and even though it all felt hard, I felt relatively better afterward.
The miracle is that by taking care of myself on Friday, Saturday’s workout became that much easier. I did a kick-ass leg session and practiced a new routine. With sweat pouring down my face, I could feel the mental and physical toxins leaving my body. Good riddance!
So now it’s Sunday. I got in a good run this morning, followed my squats, lunges, bridges, and core. A deep stretch and I was off to my in-laws.
My point of sharing my week is that no matter how much we plan, life will happen. When it does, can we find the in betweens? A 10-minute workout when there’s no time for more. Putting on the sneakers when we want the slippers. Getting in a stretch when we want to sit on the couch.
Pick out your clothes, plan your workouts, and set yourself up for success. But no matter what the week holds, do the best you can and look for the imperfect options. All or nothing thinking tends to hurt more than help. Be kind, compassionate, and encourage yourself toward self-care. Even better, offer a word of encouragement to someone else who could use your support.
Have a great week,