I don’t get out much.
When your husband travels – a LOT – and your kid is a late riser (totally not complaining about that) and you live in a part of the country that is a sauna approximately from June until mid-September, you don’t get out much. Oh, and when you are some kind of delectable, irresistible draw for mosquitoes, you don’t get out much then, either. I look like I have some kind of pox, and I don’t even scratch.
So with Mister actually home and not needed for work before oh-dark-thirty, it was a particular pleasure for me to be able to hit the streets at 6:30 this morning, Faithful Companion trotting along with me. As I claw my way back to Wellness, I often hear myself saying things like, the first time, I did thus-and-such. I did strength work on my lunch break, I ran the trails in the morning (still dodging mosquitoes), I weighed my food and logged it faithfully. Well, that was “the first time.” I have to remind myself that even though I feel like I’ve seen this movie before, it’s a whole new ballgame now, and I need a whole new set of mixed metaphors to guide me through it.
One approach that I am definitely keeping from “the first time” is the goal-setting. Time and again, it becomes clear that without a goal, there can be no plan; without a plan, there can be no progress. Each goal achieved leads to another goal, and another, until you’re standing on a structure of your success. Stick a flag in it, baby, because you own it.
So, pick a goal. I say you can even pick two or three, and pursue them concurrently – assuming you can keep them all straight. Pick a goal that you can see from here (so, maybe not a marathon in the next 6 months, or 75 pounds before Thanksgiving), and write down how you’ll get there. Assemble your support system, and for Heaven’s sake, have a backup plan. Or two.
When I was single, my backup plans consisted of adjusting my workout schedule according to the weather (gosh, I guess I’ll take a Spinning class today and run my 6 miles tomorrow), or substituting canola oil for olive oil. Ah, how good I had it, and I didn’t even know it. Now, my backup plans read like a fugitive’s escape route. Treadmill after the baby goes down. P90X before the baby gets up. Cook greens and do abs while the baby naps. Nap while the baby naps. Do stuff outside when the sun is barely up, when Mister is home to mind the baby monitor.
To me, there’s no substitute for being outside, and it can be a real challenge in my climate and with my limitations and responsibilities. I don’t want to say that I’d almost forgotten how nice it is to lace up my shoes and leash up the dog before breakfast, but this morning’s reminder was quite special. I’ll take what I can get, when I can get it. If I’m on “Plan B” or even down the line to “Plan Q” most of the time, well … at least I’m still on a Plan!
Today is Square One, friends. Go on and get out!
p.s. One might observe that I’ve had a long hiatus from The Blog. One would be correct. My major pet peeve in the Blogosphere is when bloggers insist on self-consciously blogging about how long it’s been since they’ve blogged. So, thanks for reading this entry. More is on the way.