This is going to be uncharacteristically short, as I tend to get a little much with the words. 🙂
Since today was Day 1 of my 7 Days of Sanity, I did want to check in. I’ll tell you what: I’ve already learned something about myself.
This weekend started off pretty bad for me. I took Dyson to the vet for a check up and ended up spending $100 because he has an ear infection. The next morning, I got up early to take my car to the mechanic…and my car broke down on the way. I had to wait an hour for a tow truck to get there, then I waited 5 hours at the repair shop because I didn’t have a ride home. Hot Mess Hubby was in a 6 hour bow making class (hunting style bows…not frilly bows). Finally, they had one of their mechanics take me home because it was going to be at least several more hours. Came home to find that the hubby had left the baby gate down in the bedroom door, so Dyson had gone in and helped himself to the frumpy, ugly old lady shoes I have to wear to work. Thankfully he didn’t chew them too much. The fat lady foot stank probably freaked him out. Vengeance is mine! At the end of the day, I was slapped with a $689 repair bill. Broke again!
Went to the dog park with Kirby, Dyson, and the Hot Mess Hubby this morning. We usually trade off on watching whichever dog is closest to us. Dyson ended up walking me around the woods of the dog park about 17 times. That boy was on a mission to smell every blade of grass.
(He’s the round hairy butt in the middle, by the way…)
Anyway, by the time we got home from the dog park, there was very little of my precious weekend left – and I started feeling sorry for myself. I had a last ditch fit with cramps as well and I didn’t do much but sit around and snuggle up with the dogs.
Then as the afternoon grew long and I realized that the Oscars were going to be on soon, I thought I’d better get my asses on the treadmill. I made a promise to myself, right? So I got up on the treadmill and I started it up. I wasn’t too happy about it, but I crawled up there and and turned it on, feeling that pissy feeling I get when I don’t want to do something.
I started walking…and the music was in my ears…and my pulse quickened and I got inspired…and it was suddenly fun. Pissy washed away and was replaced with joyful and I wondered….why in the hell do I do this to myself?
I procrastinate getting on the treadmill. I avoid it. And yet when I actually have the sense to get on it, it’s fun. I’m carried away by the music and I love it. I start to feel tired and I look up at the comments that so many of you have written to me, which I now have pasted on my wall in front of the treadmill. You make me smile when I don’t have a smile. You make me remember what my true goals are when all I want to do is quit.
I learned tonight that stepped up on the treadmill should not be any different to me than brushing my teeth in the morning or taking a shower. I don’t wake up and say I’m not going to do those things. I need to know that all I need to do is step on the treadmill and put the headphones on. The music will take care of the rest.
Day 1 is done. 🙂 How did everyone do?