2017 So Far: Getting Back On The Road

Nothing like a little stomach bug to make you appreciate good health! For the past three days I have felt like death. Absolutely the worst kind of sickness. I hate being sick anyway, but stomach bugs are the absolute worst.

I had plans for the new year. I was going to volunteer, I was going to take the boy to a morning event at the children's museum, I was going to go meet some new people at a "new year's resolution chat with wine" gathering...but all of that was thwarted by this horrible awful no good very bad stomach bug.

I am very pleased to say that my son did not get it as bad as me. His amounted to periods of "my tummy hurts" and a surprise barfing while walking home from the park. So I am very glad for that.

Luckily, before I got sick, I did get in one yoga session for the new year. It was mostly a therapeutic one...I guess they all kind of are.

Oh yeah, and those rumors I kept hearing about kids age 3 or 4 no longer needing naps...well that's unfortunately true (yes, I've cried about it a little.) Yes, it is abundantly clear that he no longer needs his beautiful, glorious, 2-hour afternoon nap. So, hello new year, goodbye free chunk of time to do my own things.

So, needless to say, my fitness goals for this year have not gotten off to the best start. Actually the beginning of this year, so far, has been a little bit shitty. It hasn't at all gone the way I planned.

And isn't that just the way it goes? Life is often going in other directions than we planned. Big or little, sometimes our road takes a wild turn and we are left standing bewildered.

I used to be the kind of person that, when things got off track I'd lose my focus, my motivation, and my drive. I'd give up. I'd stop. It was a bump in the road, but I allowed it to flatten all my tires and leave me stranded in a desert of self-resentment.

Somehow that changed. Now I have this ache inside to get back on the road. Now instead of allowing the bumps to deflate my tires I run over that bad boy with reckless abandon. Yep, I got sick for a few days. Sure, I indulged far too much over the holidays. Mmmhmm, those 2 hour blocks of freedom in my mid-day are now a longing memory. But that just means I have to figure out a way to get around them.

The sickness helped with the holiday weight loss (not recommended by any means. Lord that sucked). So I am at least, on that level back, to where I was before the Christmas season began. But now my fitness routine needs tweaking and it might mean that (oh god...it hurts to even think about this let alone write it out...) I'm going to have to start working out in the morning before the boy wakes up. Did I ever mention how I am SO NOT A MORNING PERSON? Like seriously, that is my least favorite time of the day. I am such a bitch in the morning for at least an hour.

But, I'm looking at the shiny side of this. Working out makes me feel amazing in so many ways. Perhaps starting each day with that will actually make it more awesome. I'm willing to give it a go. Honestly, I don't have any other option other than to give up, and truly in my mind that really isn't an option.

So, now that I feel I have finally fully recovered from my stomach bug, I aim to begin my new rituals tomorrow morning. Yep, that means I have to peel my sleepy, bitchy ass out of bed at like 5:30 a.m.. Ugh! But I am willing to try. It's a small sacrifice for a soul of peacefulness and joy. And my body will appreciate it too.

Here we go! Cheers bitches!