Well, here is another week gone by. This week provided me with so many ah-ha moments; almost like a slap across the face. But, more than one slap.
If you follow me on social media, you know I have been down for the count now for almost two weeks with a case of bronchitis & pneumonia. I have not been able to workout nor am I allowed for, at the very least, a few more days. Honestly, going up & down my stairs at home is hard work right now. My lungs struggle with just that simple daily activity. From head to toe my body is just exhausted & feels incredibly weak & catching my breath after a cough spell is a huge struggle.
I look in my planner daily & I see the mileage I am supposed to be running & here I am struggling to walk up a few stairs. I will admit I am incredibly nervous about my journey to another 26.2 & at this point, am unsure if I can be ready in time. At the time, I am making no decision & will continue on in my quest on a daily basis once cleared going simply one mile at a time.
This week brought me some frustrations clearly. Brought me moments of truly feeling defeated. Some that I will share about in the near future, but today is W.I.W. so that is what I am going to write about.
Over the course of the last week, I had some realizations. I found I was letting things get to me that I cannot control. Every day we worry or stress or want to shed tears about things that are simply out of our control.
I finally told myself I had one job; control the controllable. Control the things I CAN control. I cannot control the fact that I am unable to lace up & go complete a five-mile run; but I can control what I shove into my mouth!
So, I needed to re-evaluate my nutrition especially not being able to workout! I made the decision to truly go back to basics! Back to my lovely color coordinated containers & tracking it all! I was at that point where I think I was too comfortable & was not measuring in my containers or would only track a small percentage of the time.
Well….controlling the controllable: what I shove into my mouth; what I choose to fuel my body with has paid off.
I am down five pounds. This has reminded me greatly how crucial nutrition is; you cannot outwork a poor diet! In a way, being sick has opened my eyes to where I was falling short!
I am feeling like I am back on the right track again. Sometimes we need a wake-up call to see maybe we have fallen off; maybe some old habits have been creeping their way back in slowly.
This week, despite some new stress & emotions, I will focus on what I can control & accept that I cannot control everything. Those things out of my control, I will fight to keep my positive mindset & not let the negative one win; even though sometimes the negative way seems easier.
It’s just not how I want to live my life.
Until Next Time~
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