The Obstacle IS the Path

Journey talk...

I recently had a revelation about my fitness goals.  And I went hard at it, full steam, for a week.  I dropped a pound and a half, I felt all the soreness in the right spots, my posture was better, I had electric energy...I was focused, feeling great.  Hopeful.  Meal plans and workout routines all over the place, tacked up in order.  I had... ORDER.  Plans!

At the end of week one, I was supposed to fly out to ATL to see my mother.

It was a TERRIBLE day to fly, the skies were crazy with fog and rain and diverted flights.  I had a fantastic sandwich and a coffee, then I felt weary and achey and run down, the longer I waited.  Bumped for an hour.  No... two hours.  

And here is where I shocked myself: I had a niggling feeling, a gut response...that I ought to just go home.  I have never done this, ever.  Normally, I would continue on, suck it up, grin and bear it.  Suffer.  And probably be sick when I got to where I was going, and complain all weekend.

But... I listened.  And I bailed.  it was inconvenient, messy, it was fishing my luggage out of the plane, it was waiting for my ride to come all the way back.  But...I trusted my gut.

I got home and collapsed.  I was running a fever and from then on I slept and ached for the next three days.  But I was so glad that I listened to myself.  I couldn't imagine...having to deal with how sick I felt, in another state, in someone's else home.  And having to fly back.

It was a tough "no."  But a smart one.  I lost some money, but I gained incredible peace of mind.  And today, I am so grateful to be up and around and back in routine.  And yeah...still working out.  And more motivated and inspired than ever, to take care of myself.  On all levels.

Wow, how often do we say yes, blindly, because we're afraid to rock the boat and make things hard?

Always, always, always trust your gut.  It knows... xoxo