I was supposed to go on my annual two-week vacation at the end of August, but then all hell broke loose.
What is usually a lazy period of the year for me was go, go, go, go, go … and then go even more. Some social media clients asked for additional work, two instructors left my Pilates studio causing chaos in scheduling, and another reduced her workload from four days to two. My husband’s computer imploded and needed major fixing. And I’m prepping/dieting/stressing over my 60-day challenge to get into “fitness model” shape. (Guess what? I’ve got 10 days to go and I’m close, but I’m not going to make it unless a miracle happens.)
My work hours are piling up, but my productivity is in the toilet. I only had a chance to work out twice last week. Oh yeah, my son finally started school last Thursday after what seemed like a really, really, really long time of sitting around and complaining that he was bored. I threatened him that if he had nothing to do he could do my filing and every time he suddenly found something to keep him occupied.
Today’s post was supposed to be about the Fall fitness season and how excited I get every year when we hit this part of the calendar. I love the fall: the crispness of the air, running without sweating like a pig. It’s the perfect time of year for me and a great time to renew my fitness energy. Try new stuff, expand my horizons, retrench my fitness goals, etc. etc. I try and get you guys all psyched up too and hope to inspire a few extra workouts! So, here’s last year’s Fall fitness post for now … I’ll write one for 2012 in the coming week.
But this year I just want to crawl to a pool-side cabana and bury myself in a tacky book and hope no one notices me. I am not the cheerleader with the pom poms today. Today I’m the one who needs a hug.
So forgive me for my foibles. I am human after all and struggle like everyone else. I thought that if I just wrote what was real, I could connect with a few people. NO, I am not going to list three strategies to get yourself out of a funk. [Ed. note: here's some unique motivational T-shirts instead.] Frankly, I’d like to wallow in this one for at least another day and then maybe I’ll get back to the “Atta girl!” attitude I usually have.
I’m off to the closest thing I can find to a cabana. A cup of tea, my big comfy grey chair, Glamour magazine, and my cat.