Well, this stupid busy week is drawing to a close.
Between work meetings and errands to run, this week has kept me hopping. I still have a couple of stories to finish writing, but thankfully the end is in sight. I just keep reminding myself that I have got this.
And, I do.
The fact that I’m maintaining as well as I am is a testament to how far I have come.
Unfortunately, with how busy this week has been, I haven’t had the chance to exercise since Tuesday, which I am hopefully going to change tomorrow. I had a chat with the kinesiologist today, and we’ve both agreed that as long as I can maintain three days a week exercise, and monitor my portion control, I should be good. I have an appointment with her scheduled again beginning of March to follow up and maybe get a new plan.
I’m not going to lie, the last couple of days have been tough. I’ve been struggling a bit, but aside from that I’ve otherwise been maintaining fairly well. I just need to give myself a chance to rest, and not spend time kicking my own ass when I goof, which has happened a couple times over the last couple days. I need to realize, it happens.
Tomorrow, my plan is to sleep in, get some rest, get a workout in, get a couple more stories done, and finally get back to my essay, which unfortunately has been dormant for a few days. Sunday, aside from church, I am actually planning to take off, and maybe head into the back country and take some photos, weather permitting. I need to do some stuff for me, which this week hasn’t happened.
In all honesty, just because I can handle this intense workload, doesn’t mean I should for longer than a few days. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Stepping back a bit and letting myself get re-centred is not a bad thing. I know, if I push too hard, I will break. That is not something to try.
I’m happy with where I am at. I continue to push myself further and harder than I have in quite a long time, but every so often I need a reminder that I need a break.