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what do you do when the shizzle hits the fan?



Ever have one of those days where everything you had planned flew out the window and you became a slave to everyone else’s agenda? Who am I kidding? I have a hunch you all have, and if you have kids, I KNOW you have.

This morning I had plans to go on a long, soul-soothing, solo hike. However, when I woke up, my aching hip had other plans. No problem, I thought, I’ll walk to the coffee shop with my husband and get some quality time in with him, while loosening up the hip at the same time. That I did, and then worked on meal planning for the week, baking a birthday cake, and doing some PT for my hip.

All well and good, until the shizzle hit the proverbial fan. Suddenly I found myself putting out fires right and left, hunting down a rotten smell from the fridge, calling the dentist for the third time this week to reschedule (yet again), and rushing to the store for last minute groceries, all while trying to plan a birthday get-together.

Oh, and did I mention that my hormones are a little haywire this week?

Anyway, looking back, I realize that there were a few places it went wrong. Number one: I failed to follow through on my anchor habit. My anchor habit? Exercise. Yes, I walked to the coffee shop, which was great, but there’s nothing like a long hike or run to really purge the demons from your soul. I also had an upper body workout planned that never happened. I realize now that I should have done that right after our walk, and maybe I could have done a couple more miles around the neighborhood after I dropped said husband off at the door.

Number two: I failed to plan for downtime. My to-do list was too long, so when it was sabotaged by unscheduled “emergencies” I felt unproductive and resentful. I forgot about focusing on my One Thing (the birthday), and setting appropriate boundaries around my time.

And number three? I forgot to be grateful. A lot of fabulous things happened during the day, but since I was focusing on the negative, I’ll admit, I was probably not much fun to be around. Now, I can give myself a little grace around that, but I’ll also try harder next time to notice the good things, relax, and enjoy the company of my beautiful family.

Oh, and one more thing… I would be remiss in this blog if I didn’t mention sugar and its effect on mood. Until yesterday, I had been staying away from sugar and feeling pretty balanced in my mood, energy levels, and appetite. However, the one treat I make for my husband every year is my grandma’s famous chocolate coffee cake with coconut pecan frosting. My girls like to call it German Shepherd cake. Of course I had to taste test as I baked, and the next thing I knew I wanted to curl up on the couch and take a nap. I became an anxious, moody, self-loathing grumpy pants, and although I’m sure there were a variety of other
things contributing to my mood swing, the chocolate cake certainly didn’t help.

And it was quite preventable.

So there’s my lesson for today. Make sacred your anchor habits, don’t overschedule, be eternally grateful, and for God’s sake, step away from the German Shepherd cake!

Virtual hugs, friends!


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