Where do I begin?...
Its a cloudy Sunday and I am fighting the
urge to nap. Normally, I don't fight it, I just submit and pray for the
beast upon awakening. However, I've decided that averaging 3+ naps a
day is not ideal for a grown woman.
I currently have a similar schedule to my nephew....who is still on the boob....this is quite alarming.
Nonetheless,
here I am ready to roll. My attempts to stay on a regular blog
schedule remain sub-par, and I have absolutely no excuses except that
ever since I moved to the city I hardly know what day it is. Its an odd
phenomenon considering I do not have dementia and remain sober 98% of
the time...
This past week was beyond crazy, as I
returned late from a trip to NC. Let me clarify that my intentions and
plans were to return on Monday morning. Well, Delta had another plan.
Apparently
showing up to the Airport only 30 minutes before your flight is
"frowned upon" to the point they will not let you check in.
Let me start by politely saying this is crap.
...30
minutes is plenty of time to get my ticket, a pat-down, and be at the
gate with my $9 water ready to go. No one consulted me on these rules,
so there I stood as irritated as a human can be at 6:30am in the Special
Services line.
There was nothing special about it.
I was at
the mercy of a worker to book me on the next available flight, and was
15 seconds from a complete meltdown. I had a full work day ahead, and
just came off of 3 days of not working out, so I was practically shaking
from the need to pick up something heavy, sweat a little, and even
experience a good near-death experience under the squat bar to make me
appreciate life.
I can't explain this mindset, us meatheads are a different breed.
Long story short, I sat in that God forsaken airport for over 9 hours.
9 hours.
Mom
suggested it helped me work on my patience. Don't you hate it when
someone tries to be all positive and pour rainbows into the cesspool of
bitterness you are currently wading in?!
I didn't want to work on my patience. I wanted to work on getting my rearend back to NYC.
The woman had loving intentions, and there I was just pissed off and ready to test my sprint time on the tarmac.
The
flights were so oversold they were offering $1300 vouchers for people
to take a later flight. Of course it was the one time I didn't have a
seat to give up. And by hour 4 of my "patience test", I was willing to
give up more than a seat. You get desperate and suddenly you're pawning
off morals like gold and preparing for the "I'm so disappointed..."
speech.
But when I finally made it on a plane around 5pm that
day, I've never been so excited to hear the safety procedure and get my
free nuts. I was too tired to be bitter that the serving size was made
for a baby hobbit, and just wanted to get home.
6:45 plane lands.
Client at 7:30.
Monday was not over, and so the week began...
Time
in NC was absolutely wonderful with family, and Sparkles had no idea I
was coming. That was the best part. She definitely squealed and it
made my day that she was excited. Being the middle child you just never
know when you're gonna get the shaft...ha just kidding.
I kept
thinking about how just a year ago I was working, planning for life in
NC, and then WHAM another plan lay ahead. Months later I'm in NYC
adapting to the smell of subway filth and constantly answering the
question "where are you from?.."
Having a southern accent up here
is like rocking a "birthday girl" sash...minus the glitter and potential
hazing. Point is, they love it and if they want to give me free coffee
for it, by all means dear friend don't let me stop you.
Training...
Life
in the gym has picked up and between workouts, clients, and growing my
business, I'm still very dependent on caffeine to fuel the madness. My
own workouts are kicking my butt and the latest nutrition adjustments
are proving to be pretty solid. As of now, I'm still on track to
compete in August, but if I get there and feel like I need a few more
weeks to prepare, then I'm going to take it. Plain and simple.
When
you get on the stage like that its already nerve racking enough knowing
its very subjective, so no need to add to the anxiety if I can just
pick another show. My cut is really slow, which is fine but still
challenging when you naturally want instant gratification.
We are wired this way, and I constantly address this issue with clients.
Consistency.
It
sounds all well and good, and yet extremely difficult to execute
because life is crazy, emotions effect us, sleep effects us,
relationships, and our own motivation levels on any given day. Think
about it,...how often can we testify to a point in our life when we
followed a nutrition plan or fitness routine for only a brief period
before realizing the amount of pure will power needed was either more
than we had, or more than we were willing to give?
Happens everyday.
That's
job security for me,...but I struggle with it too. Why? Because it
takes focus and discipline. Two things that we all want more of, but
maintain lifestyles ill-prepared to sustain habits grounded in them. We
fall susceptible to extreme all-or-nothing mentalities as well as total
apathy.
Perhaps we're not completely opposed to working
towards a goal, but too often our level of commitment does not match the
level of results we desire. In essence, we are aiming for the moon
with both eyes closed and using a slingshot.
If there is one piece of advice I can pass along regarding all this its understand the expectations. Understand
that goals take time, involve setbacks, require a certain level of
sheer will that you may even struggle to produce in that moment. And
most of all, expect that no matter how minor or major your goal may be,
ALL require consistency to get there.
Day in, day out.
Put down your slingshot and climb in your spaceship.
What
you'll find is that your ability to do whats required of you is there,
but the execution of those actions is a constant choice. Decide what
you want. Decide to be consistent. Then go.
* * *
Well,
I'm practically glued to this seat and pretty sure our waiter thinks
I'm going to get carpal tunnel before leaving this place. Probably
true.
Before I sign off, just a reminder to send any questions you
want me to address on my blog. I received a few emails the other day
and am working on those right now :).
Cheers to Sunday. Go make it great.
