Where's the wagon?

Its official and this is totally lame. The past couple of weeks have been horrible and I fell off of the wagon big time for the Challenge. That personal statement went through the window with the Mt Everest of personal avalanches that have plowed over every part of me and kept the sunshine away from the glittery blues.

When I should have been waking up to go to the gym, I was just flopping into bed. Fat Man Pants and I became very loyal friends. And 5 am became a restful hour.

Rather than drinking a gallon of water per day I was slinking my stress away in a bath tub filled of hot bubble-icious glory.This is debatable about being bad.

I haven’t eaten a full meal for weeks. It’s been coffee in the morning and maybe some toast in the evening. Plus there’s been champagne and wine thrown in the mix without food. Such a big NO NO.

In other words, oh holy mess girl put your happy face back on!

To get out of the slump, there are some positives here right? Yeah, I’m working on finding this bad boy out. I’m thinking it falls somewhere in between creating a spa in my washroom to creating a spa in the washroom. It’s heaven and my skin feels silky smooth.

And don’t we always find more negatives than positive? I let mind over matter take over, however when your mind is cluttered with:

-Stress of finding a job-Dealing with your family-Understanding why people are blaming you for being thousands of miles away-Trying to socialize and gain friends

It’s very easy to lose sight of eating right, working out, sleeping for more than 2-3hours and so on.



Bring on the Cankles. No really don’t but thanks for cheering for cankles!

Horrible and this is no pity party, it is what happened. It’s how I’ve dealt with the situations, and being aware of this will hopefully help during the next rough spell but who knows until that happens. Hoping never ever again that’s for sure.

While the Challenge is about to wrap up, there’s still 28 days left (in the initial 12 weeks) to regain some form of control and use that control in other aspects that have been affected. I’ve made a promise to myself to get into the gym when I can. A meal plan has been restructured to get back on course and I busted out the CD with city sounds to play during the night so hopefully that will get me back on track with a regular sleeping routine. You know you’re from the city when you miss the sounds of firetrucks and drunken people roaming the streets.

Rather than feeling depleted and guilt ridden over this I’m more thankful for the awareness of the behavior that sprouted. It’s been helpful in understanding how I deal with things which changed with the absence of core support.

Life happens and throws us obstacles, it’s a serious pain in the ass and aggravates me to no end that I’m stressed out over things I have no control over but I do have control over how these things affect me and how to deal.

For this next week a plan has been set and I’m sticking to it for eating right and working out but not killing myself over lost time. It’s a thing in the past and I’m moving forward, 28 days forward.

This is the way it’s going to be from here on out. For Life. For Health. For Sanity. For Everything Wanted.