…. something’s got to give.
The big question is, what? Some things are simply non-negitotiable and cannot give – feeding children, the school run, going to work – but there are inevitably difficult choices to make when there are apparently too few hours in the day to accomplish everything that is required of us.
It will not have gone unnoticed that things have gone a little quiet on this blog of late. It is, regrettably, one of the things that has had to give. Enormous time pressure at work, poorly children and poorly self have made things rather tricky to juggle over the past few weeks. Yet I made a commitment to keep this journal and I made a commitment to prioritise my health and fitness and I feel sorry that I have had tnot been able to fulfil this. I have had to miss two Strong sessions and (I cannot tell a lie) the draw of crisps and chocolate as a crutch through the tough times has been irresistible.
So the big question is, how should one respond to such bumps in the road? Should one just accept that some roads are just ‘too bumpy’ and that too many bumps will cause the wheels to fall off such grand ambitions, as an inevitable consequence of the pressures of life; trying to do ‘too much’? Or, should one just accept that it is, in fact, the bumps that are the inevitable consequence of a busy life and that it is how one rides and recovers from the bumps that will ultimately determine the success or failure of the project?
Clearly, the ‘correct’ answer is the latter, however as much as this seems right in theory, in practice it is so very hard to do. Add to the mix the exhaustion and emotional stress that accompanies a busy life and ‘allowing the wheels to come off’, although not a satisfactory state of affairs is often an easier solution.
Having missed a couple of my fitness sessions and succumbed to a bit (lot?) of not-very-mindful comfort eating, it would be very easy for me to render my health and fitness drive ‘wheels-less’ and very much off the road. And yet, that would be to completely throw away the hard yards already gained on my ‘journey’. I refuse to start again AGAIN.
I do not want to go back to feeling like I did four weeks ago, for the sake of a bit of deviation from my planned route. For that is all it is….. a bit of deviation, a slight wrong turn in the road. Rather than chastising myself for taking a diversion (albeit not entirely of my own cause), I need to focus my energies on finding the correct route again and making progress once more.
With this in mind, I have found myself back at Strong and Zumba and Pilates this week. I still have great time pressures in my job, I still have children to feed and I still have washing to do….. and I will have for the foreseeable future, whether I eat rubbish and miss exercise opportunities or not. In fact, despite that fact that I have chosen to spend ‘valuable’ time exercising and not working, I feel a lot less stressed about it all.
So it would seem that survival in a busy life is actually not about sacrificing oneself to the cause, but is, in fact, the opposite. One has to strengthen ones nuts and bolts and sure up the suspension, to keep the wheels on and ride out the bumps in the road. Only then can progress on the journey be made and the ultimate destination reached.