I woke up this morning feeling stiff and achy. Allergies have me incredibly congested, and I have an all around blah feeling. I have a deep ache on top of my left shoulder, which makes sense because of how I sleep (generally on my right side, curled in a little ball, holding on for dear life as the cat slowly nudges me off the bed)
It hit me this morning how out of balance I truly am.
I somehow lost my way on a lot of levels because I've been consumed by existing not living.
The bottom line is I don't treat myself well. When my exercise and yoga practices slide, I know I'm in trouble. I am saddened because Humpy has returned, only on the other side. It's awkward at best to move and groove.
I have been eating junk, mainly because I'm in survival mode.
Everything has fallen apart, which makes it harder for me to get on top of things.
First and foremost, I need to get a handle on my eating, and swap out the junk for healthier choices. Water. My happy tea.
Back to the mat. And Treadmill. And elliptical. And weights. And my post work workouts.
I've basically lost control over keeping my house clean.
My spiritual practices are nil.
So this weekend, I need to get out of survival mode and get back to living. And I will survive.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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