Thursday, May 21, 2009

Stepping up

I've had a week or two of challenges, but THANK GOODNESS, my bad mood seems to have mostly dissipated, Finally.

On several mornings recently, it was very tempting to just stay in bed with the blankets pulled over my head, but you know, what's that going to achieve? Sometimes life runs along smoothly and it's oh-so-easy to stick to your training and nutrition plans. Other times, things get a bit bumpy.

Those bumpy times are the test of how committed you really are to living a healthy lifestyle. What do you do when everything is dragging you down and you feel as though it's just a hopeless situation? You might as well just surrender, sit on the couch and eat pizza...

I've had a bit of that sort of inner dialogue going on lately. But I was reminded of the old donkey-in-the-well fable. You know the one? In case you don't, it goes like this:

Once upon a time there was a farmer who had an old mule. The mule fell into a deep dry well and began to cry loudly. Hearing his mule cry, the farmer came over and assessed the situation. The well was deep and the mule was heavy. He knew it would be difficult, if not impossible, to lift the animal out.

Because the mule was old and the well was dry, the farmer decided to bury the animal in the well. In this way he could solve two problems: put the old mule out of his misery and have his well filled.

He called upon his neighbors to help him and they agreed to help. To work they went. Shovel full of dirt after shovel full of dirt began to fall on the mule’s back. He became hysterical. Then all of a sudden an idea came to the mule. Each time they would throw a shovel full of dirt on his back he could shake it off and step up. Shovel full after shovel full, the mule would shake it off and step up. Now exhausted and dirty, but quite alive, the mule stepped over the top of the well and walked through the crowd.

My shovels full of dirt have been lack of sleep, crabby hormonal moodiness, cold cruddy weather, my worsening nosebleeds and a few other things. Nothing major, but the combination has been ehough to tip my mental balance from Try and stop me to Ah, whatever, just hand me that chocolate.

Not any more. I'm shaking it off and stepping up. Just call me Eeyore. Oh wait. He's the negative one, right? Perhaps I'll be Pooh then. Or maybe Piglet....


I still have some stuff for sale, so if you need a new book to inspire you, or a change in your workout routine, go have a browse.

1 comment:

AlleyCat Runs said...

great post :0)

My friend subsitutes the "pizza" on the couch for "chips" & shouts it out at us during class (gym instructor) when she thinks we are slacking off. Always gets a laugh out of me, but so true.

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