I’ve been trying to figure out why the hell is so damn hard to get on track, only to realize it’s stress. It’s not the stress of bad things happening or a super busy time at work, it’s just the continual adjustment and readjustment as Evan and I get used to parenting, try to make time for each other and try to figure out what our new life is about. And I don’t like blogging about it because 1) I don’t want this to be a baby or parenting blog and 2) I haven’t really figured ANYTHING out so it just seems a bit redundant to post the same darn story every week. And I don’t want to sound like complaining because I don’t really have any complaints.
So here’s my humorous take on what’s happening:
I will say this:
1. Achilles tendinitis sucks. I took a simple and very lovely hour-long walk with a friend earlier this week and paid for it the next day.
2. I miss running and spin class
3. I will start taking advantage of my lunch breaks for “me first” time (reading, running errands, workouts)
4. I will be ready to have a plan to put in place by the weekend
5. Said plan will allow for flexibility and imperfections. It will be full of suggestions and alternatives. I’m learning that the semi-rigid schedule of days past doesn’t work for me, but I get demotivated when I don’t meet my goals. So, I know that in order for this new plan to work, it will have to accomodate obstacles without compromising that checklist of gold stars and progress being made.
I will warmly welcome any suggestions you have!