Everytime I plan to go on a trip my stomach starts feeling anxious the week before - like I've had too much coffee. I make lists and write notes to myself about what needs to get done and what I might want to buy; because heaven knows they might not have a Walmart where we are going... We are leaving for a week. In my mind it's a lifetime.
The dogs, the cats, the house, the car; have we packed enough of the right clothes, food; will the kids be entertained during our 8 hours in the car; do we have enough money; have I paid all the bills? I have nightmares of forgetting the mortgage during our week-long hiatus and having the bank forclose before we get back to straighten it out. I wish I knew why I am such a psycho.
When I am in these modes I slide on everything - diet, fitness out the window. Sure I 'ran' yesterday; but let's be honest. I wasn't putting forth an effort; it was more like going through the motions so I could cross it off my list. I don't like how I feel this week. It's almost as if I want vacation over so I can get back to my real life. What I need to understand is that this is my real life; always different, always changing, and sometimes it's not so easy.
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