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| Pictured above: ME |
So. My trainer is done training. He's moved on to explore different opportunities. I knew it was coming (thank god he weaned me off of his services by cutting his schedule down first). I've been waiting for this day for a few weeks, and I've anticipated being a sad panda about it.
Surprisingly, I'm not a wreck. I'm actually feeling really good, and way more optimistic than I thought I would be. Especially considering how anxious I am. I thrive on routine and "change" is a big fat scary boogeyman (unless I instigate the change, of course).
My being okay with this transition is no reflection on my trainer. Pretty sure he was frickin AWESOME and changed my life in ways I never could have or would have on my own. Buuuuuut...
Sometimes change is a good thing. Changing up my routine. Changing up my guidance. Exploring new mentors and new methods and new places. But a lot of change can lead to stress. Especially for an anxious little bee like myself.
In addition to my trainer leaving...
My trusty, rusty Toyota finally went to the big scrap heap in the sky. It's been sitting in a parking lot at Van's service for a week, waiting to be pitifully hauled away. Because of this...
My husband had to get a new job. Which is stressful for both him AND me. Also...
It's the beginning of a new semester. Which means ten tons of work and no time for funsies. And...
We have so much mandatory overtime at work right now it's not even cool.
What's the point? Am I looking for sympathy? Empathy? A getaway car?
Nope, just wanted to say, as much as I hate change, and sometimes transitions can suck it, I'm handling this pretty well.
And, cornball as it seems, I feel like, in large part, it has to do with my new habits.
I eliminate stress by moving my body (exercise) or sitting completely still (meditating) and if all else fails, I take a nap. In the past, I stifled my emotions and bottled up my stress by eating or getting drunk (or smoking stuff). Not the awesome-ist plan ever, and really stupid when you remember that I'm an educated person.
So thanks again to my lovely health gurus. Without your guidance, I'd be navigating all this change and transition with gin and Funyuns instead of deadlifts and cardio and naps and guided meditation.
Everyone knows deadlifts are more fun than gin, anyways. And I can't wait until my new trainer makes me do them until I swear at her. :)
| Pictured above: EVERYONE WHO HAS ANY INFLUENCE ON MY PLANS. DAMN YOU. |
Surprisingly, I'm not a wreck. I'm actually feeling really good, and way more optimistic than I thought I would be. Especially considering how anxious I am. I thrive on routine and "change" is a big fat scary boogeyman (unless I instigate the change, of course).
My being okay with this transition is no reflection on my trainer. Pretty sure he was frickin AWESOME and changed my life in ways I never could have or would have on my own. Buuuuuut...
Sometimes change is a good thing. Changing up my routine. Changing up my guidance. Exploring new mentors and new methods and new places. But a lot of change can lead to stress. Especially for an anxious little bee like myself.
In addition to my trainer leaving...
My trusty, rusty Toyota finally went to the big scrap heap in the sky. It's been sitting in a parking lot at Van's service for a week, waiting to be pitifully hauled away. Because of this...
My husband had to get a new job. Which is stressful for both him AND me. Also...
It's the beginning of a new semester. Which means ten tons of work and no time for funsies. And...
We have so much mandatory overtime at work right now it's not even cool.
What's the point? Am I looking for sympathy? Empathy? A getaway car?
Nope, just wanted to say, as much as I hate change, and sometimes transitions can suck it, I'm handling this pretty well.
And, cornball as it seems, I feel like, in large part, it has to do with my new habits.
I eliminate stress by moving my body (exercise) or sitting completely still (meditating) and if all else fails, I take a nap. In the past, I stifled my emotions and bottled up my stress by eating or getting drunk (or smoking stuff). Not the awesome-ist plan ever, and really stupid when you remember that I'm an educated person.
So thanks again to my lovely health gurus. Without your guidance, I'd be navigating all this change and transition with gin and Funyuns instead of deadlifts and cardio and naps and guided meditation.
Everyone knows deadlifts are more fun than gin, anyways. And I can't wait until my new trainer makes me do them until I swear at her. :)
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