Last week was the kind of week that tried my flinty soul. The drains backed up, a beloved pet died despite valiant efforts and huge vet bills to save him, the vacuum cleaner clogged, small appliances malfunctioned, phone calls and errands seemed endless. Communication failures led to misunderstanding with family members and the house, well, the more I cleaned it, the more messes seemed to occur. The milk spilled, the cream curdled and don't get me started on the laundry. Computer files became corrupted. I was Sir Lancelot with a broom in one hand and my car keys in the other, setting the chaos to order at every turn.
My spouse was no less busy, ceaselessly working on putting out his own fires. We have two teenagers and care for both of our mothers so there's never a lack of business to be attended. At one point we carved out an hour to watch a news program together -- we like to discuss the politics of the day -- and we both promptly fell asleep sitting up.
Thursday we decided to take a bike ride to the Farmer's Market but were so delayed the market was gone by the time we got there and the tires on my bike went nearly flat which provided me a little more workout than I was wanting to pedal the thing home. It was quite a workout. I'm still a bit saddle sore.
But last night, as I stepped outside to watch the nearly full moon take its place in the sky, I could smell the fires to the north and felt humbled and grateful that we aren't one of the thousands of households having to evacuate our homes. I did a little check on my weight, and it appears I'm all set to maintain this week. I'll find out tomorrow. I didn't reach my goal of two strength training sessions and three aerobic sessions but by golly, I did get in one of each and I feel that I've sort of broken the ice (the ice-maker stopped working, btw) on fitness and there is a plan in place to repeat the bike ride this week with fully inflated tires.
Examining my nutrition choices last week, I did eat a lot of popcorn and indulged in nibbles and bits -- a terrible habit I'm trying to break. But I made a lot of healthy choices. And I'm feeling proud of the way we've handled the latest battles of life.
So starting fresh and not looking back. Gonna add some more of the good stuff, exercise and tracking, rest and celebration. Some weeks, like the one behind me, I'm playing defense. I'm going on the offense this week. My goal is less freestyle and better planning. Last week is rapidly disappearing from the rear view and I must say, my hair looks fabulous. So off I go with my legal pad of intentions and a pocket full of resolve.