A Crack in the Foundation

It has been quite some time since I posted last. I wish I could tell you that I have been a work-out machine these last few months and I just haven't found the time to write, but the truth is I fell off the wagon and have been avoiding publishing my downfall. 

It all began shortly after my daughter got engaged and just after I passed the one year mark of starting my blog. My daughter and her fiance set a wedding date for September 1, 2012. While this initially seemed like a long time for planning purposes, when we actually began hunting for dresses, venues and DJs, it quickly became evident that in the bridal world, we were having a rush wedding! I started allowing my wedding planning to get in the way of my regular workout routine. Instead of working out four to five times a week, I dropped to three to four times a week. I told myself it was OK for a short period of time to miss a few days here and there. After all, I reasoned with myself, I had been working out regularly for a year. I was clearly past the point of losing my way…or so I thought, and that was the psychological crack in the foundation that led to my downfall. 

Three to four times a week dropped to two to three times a week, and then I woke one morning with a kink in my neck, and two to three times a week dropped to one to two times a week. Soon after my neck improved, I started having problems with my gastroparesis. From that point on, my work-out routine went completely to the wayside. I managed three short bike rides (a new activity I’ll write about in one of my future blogs) and a handful of even shorter walks over a six week period. 

Finally, about two weeks ago, things with my body started turning around again, and I have slowly been able to pick up the activity again. About a week ago, I started batting around the idea of posting to my blog again, but every time I sat down to write, I found a reason not to. The truth was I knew posting to the blogosphere was a commitment, and frankly, I was a little afraid to commit again. After a year of hard work, it had been so easy to slide back into a routine of complacency and excuses. I was afraid of admitting my failure and afraid of repeating that failure in the future. 

I pondered the idea for several more days, and then came the sudden realization. The only true failure would be to give into that fear and allow it to to stop me from trying again. If nothing else, I had proven one thing this past year. I am far more successful in my efforts with a team cheering me on. My mission is still the same…do the things I need to do on a daily basis to improve my overall health. Fix the issues I can control and position myself better for facing the health concerns I can’t control.  It’s time to get serious again….who is with me?