Monday, I was excited to go to the gym…but my brain decided it would be a great day to have a maj-ah migraine. They run in my family, and although I don’t have them as bad or often as I did as a kid—when they hit, it’s like my head is the perfect pitch and a Louisville slugger just can’t resist—WHAM! Home run….goodnight. So, I missed the gym.
Tuesday, my hip-hop class was cancelled. And, instead, they replaced my teachers with two Sacramento Kings Cheerleaders…yeah, that’s what I want. Two fake-tan Barbie dolls trying to teach my fat ass about dancing…Eff that! So, I missed the gym. But, the three of us did take a 1-mile walk through the park…which was lovely….until half way through I noticed that the back of my left heel was in pain. Looking down, I see a huge blister and blood. Nice. I still finished my walk, so IN YOUR FACE BLISTER.
As we got home and got our nightly chores, dinner, homework, etc. done, I crashed out on the couch before I could take a shower. ”No problem” I thought, “I’ll just take one in the morning”…right? Wrong.
Wednesday kicked my ass before my alarm even went off—oh wait, it never went off. I literally woke up to my loving hubby shouting “Honey! Wake up! It’s 6:30!!” – Which means I was going to be late. I didn’t shower. Ew. I brushed my fangs, threw my clothes on and ran out the door. I did get to work on time! But, then two hours later, I realized that I had my black shirt on backwards. So, I turned it around…only to advertise my white deodorant. By the way, Teen Spirit, you do NOT dry clear….pffffft!
A lot more went wrong yesterday, but in order to not indict myself (for what I may or may not have done to the car that parked so close to me that I had to enter my car from the passenger side where my legs became stuck between the steering wheel and my chin)…. I will just leave it at that…it was a bad day.
I got home and immediately curled up on my husbands lap and collapsed….and you know what my loving, supportive, handsome man said after he laughed his ass off after I narrated the misfortunes of my day? “So, I take it you’re not going to the gym again? Did you hit that wall? Are you gonna quit the gym now?” – OH. NO. HE. DIIIIII-DN’T.
I was shocked. Not that he said it. That he was SO RIGHT….and with that comment, I got a band-aid for my blister, put on my shoes, and we went to the mutha-luvin gym.
Then, I got home, ate dinner and met up with some comedy chicks that I adore. And, I got booked at the Punchline for next month…So EFF YOU Wednesday!! I won.
And that’s it this week. What did I learn? When life gets tough, and things get in the way, and pain makes you want to stop ---don’t. That is what the old Me use to do. The old Me would have eaten a tub of frosting and said “I deserve this.” The old Me would have called in sick the next day. The old Me would have hit that wall and ended up cancelling my gym membership. The old Me would have blamed it all on anything but Me.
I like the new Me. Here is my mantra this week.....
What I am learning is that it's ok to be vulnerable.
What I need to do when I hit that wall is push my way through it.
What I love is making people laugh.
What I want is a nice bathing suit in November...in Maui.
What I deserve is to be healthy.
Even if I can't do take it one day at a time...it's ok to take it a minute at a time. Bad week or not, I pushed through and I am feeling GREAT about my achievements--on and off the scale. We ALL have those bad days and weeks. When they rear their ugly head--kick their ass. I did, and it feels great. I bet I won't see Wednesday for at LEAST another week....lol!
Here is a tribute to kicking this week's ass.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-1mla0LeU
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