In a turn of events, unsure if I would say surprising or not surprising, after my last past I came down with something fierce. I’m pretty sure it was food poisoning in some fashion but Wednesday around 3am I woke up and changed beds. At 6am I had to call out of work and at 7PM I finally really removed myself from the bed. I ate nothing until two slices of bed and half a cup of soup. My Fitbit, something that I have not walked under 10,000 steps in over a year, registered 678 steps. I have never been that low even post knee surgery (I checked). I don’t know what it was but I know it kicked my butt in a way something hasn’t in a very, very long time. I wonder how much of it may have been my body also just saying STOP after a long hard summer (maybe year) of work. I rested even more and today I finally feel like myself. I’m on an eating schedule that makes sense and may venture to the gym.
The one thing I will say about this is that I’m trying to take the refocus for a good thing. I push hard in much of what I do. I try to get enough sleep and eat enough, but I also have goals and a schedule and want to get things done. Sometimes I think I forget to stop and not worry about what I have to do. Missing my Fitbit goal for two days may not seem like much to someone else, but ther is something nice about it having been out of my reach from the very start of the day. There was no chance I could do it and... that’s okay. It’s a good reminder that sometimes it’s okay to fall short be it in a marathon (wah wah) or in a daily step goal. There’s nothing wrong with just not succeeding in something and it doesn’t matter the reason so long as, when you are able, you refocus.
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