Saturday was weight and measure day.  I have decided that routine checks of my progress with both weight AND measurements will help in the long run.  As someone who has had weight struggles for many years, I have a love-hate relationship with the scale.

Mostly hate

It is a glorious winter day in Pennsylvania.  The sun has been shining since early morning and it is brilliant on the fresh snow.  I do enjoy this type of winter.  I am a happy woman.  It has been a week since “going public” with my work on healthier habits and I am working my program. 

When I got home from my most excellent adventure this fall I was exhausted.  I took some time to reflect and recover.

At the end of that week, I made a realization:  I have gained weight. 

Once home, I hit a wall.

I was physically and mentally exhausted.  The time change was not helpful.

I spent the first few days just getting back into some sort of routine.  I struggled with even the simplest of tasks.  I felt disorganized.  Everything I did took effort. 

I was so tired. 

I often call myself a geek. 

Years ago, labeling someone a geek meant something a bit different than than how I have intended it today.

As I have said before, I am a creature of habit.  I like my routines.  Even though I am a horrible dancer, my routines are well choreographed.  Each step is purposeful and allows me to roll through my daily tasks.  When I was working my “real job”, having a routine as a framework allowed me to hone my multi-tasking skills, which served me well. 

This week a friend of a friend passed away quite suddenly.  I feel such a mixture of emotions when an event like this passes on to me.  When I was communicating with another friend about it, the topic of mortality came up.  We pondered how this loss affected us in how we see ourselves living our lives.

Mortality.

I started trying to recall how old I was when I realized I would eventually die.  It seems a morbid thought, but I think it is more practical than morbid.

I truly enjoy my work as a personal trainer.  It is an extension of what I love about fitness, teaching, and healthcare.  Being involved in the industry puts me in a state of mind to keep myself as healthy as I can to be sure I am able to convey that energy to others.

Sometimes life gets busy.

Sometimes “the list” gets so big it gets in the way.

Sometimes family obligations, social obligations, or even the weather puts a kink in my well-orchestrated plan and I am derailed.

Those are the days I feel my good intentions slipping out of reach.

Despite ups and downs, life has been very good for me.  I was raised in a wonderful family environment that exposed me to many people and experiences, molding me as a tolerant and accepting person, willing to try new things.  I had the opportunity to attend college to pursue the job I wanted.  I got that job I wanted, and worked in the profession for 30 years.

I have also had fun!

Today I feel like a slug.  No offense to slugs.  Nature created them to do a job and I am sure they do it well.

I am having one of those days.