Priorities.

I really don't like that word - probably because my priorities are not where I want them to be.


Today, I have a long list of things that need my attention.   I wish that list looked like this:

1. Get a mani/pedi
2. Eat lots of sushi
3. Walk around grungy buildings taking pictures
4. Hanging out at the coffee shop drinking latte's made with whole milk

But, this is not what my list looks like.....it's filled with life stuff that isn't glamorous, isn't always very fun, isn't memorable.  But it needs to be done.

I'm not going to lie - I do not find myself in breathless anticipation to go work out.     Yes, it's important to me, but there's a lot of other things I need to do that are equally as important (some may argue this point with me).

How do you balance the important stuff?

<crickets chirping>

I don't know.

But today - with my long list of things to do (which by the way, also does not include taking 15 minutes to write a blog post) I chose to work out before I did anything else.     And I sit here now feeling really glad about that.....even if my left knee feels like it's bursting into flames.

I don't like the priority discussion.     Sometimes, I don't like being accountable for my priorities........because................

I'm REBELLIOUS!   

But at the end of the day, in the secret place.....I'm grateful to those who do hold me accountable.....those who question my priorities.....those who challenge me think about what's important.   See, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg?




Sorry, I'm random that way.

As I was saying - I'm grateful to those who step on my toes and help me see what's important.     But.................and it's a big but.   I still have to choose it.....


Go and choose wisely today!!

Today I went to the gym.

It was my first time to the gym this year.  It's been a bit of a break, I'll say. My fight with Big Jim Walker got interrupted.   I had a date with my surgeon, who repaired a nice sized umbilical hernia.    I came home thinking I had a quick week of recovery and instead had more than a month of hassle.    I'll spare you details, but some words I'll throw out are infection, abscess, draining, procedure, antibiotics, packing, rash and reaction.

Girl, interrupted.

So yesterday, I finally got the "all clear, go back to the gym, sweat and lift" speech from my surgeon.  

In anticipation for this day, I started grasping for some motivation from my peeps.   I started stirring up the anxiety soup.   I started over thinking and "what-if"ing everything.     Then, I got the "YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL" speech (one of my favorites, btw) from Mr. Trainer.   It sort of knocked me back for a minute....but it reminded me that my situation is not the end of the world, nor is it devastating or even troubling.  

I was out of commission and now I'm not.   So go back and get to it.

No, I'm not as strong as I was before.
No, I won't have the stamina I had right away.
I will be tired, sore, hungry and grumpy......initially.

So what?

Girl starting over.