Accountability. It’s not something I’ve had much of recently in regards to my work outs or my dieting. I’ve been going it alone for about three years now, and I’m used to only having to be accountable to myself. And I accept the lamest excuses in the world.
I know that for me to get everything in, I have to get up early and hit my workout first thing. I know that I need to eat healthfully and focus on the quality of food I’m putting into my body. I know that I need to be making sleep and time for myself a priority. But I’m not.
I feel like I just can’t get it together.
The funny thing is, I’ve recently felt really productive at work. I’ve been sidelined the past week from being under the weather, but other than that, I’m genuinely happy going into work most days right now. Work is not the issue. Letting work tip everything else out of balance? That has become a little bit of an issue.
This is how I’ve felt recently.
The real issue, however, is me. I let my busy schedule become an excuse for not taking care of myself. I miss sleep, I eat “convenient” meals, and I skip workouts in that name of “me time”. I don’t know about you, but when I sacrifice the YouTube zombie time and actually use my me time to do something good for myself, whether it be running, reading a book, cooking, or spending a few hours with a friend, my life seems to almost effortlessly fall into a natural rhythm.
So why can’t I pull it together and do what I know I need to do? Accountability, man. I’ve got to find ways to remind myself to keep the appointments and promises I make with myself.
Apparently this is what a balanced life is supposed to look like: energy directed equally to all the important areas of your life. Ahem. Maybe if you gave career half the wheel, social/fun and friends/family/community a quarter, and smushed everything else into the remaining quarter you might have a more accurate representation of what my life looks like right now.
My point in writing this post is to give myself a little more accountability to focus on the neglected areas of my life. I felt awful yesterday, so I went down the the river (less than a mile and a half from my apartment!) and soaked in a little nature. And I snuggled with my foster kitty a whole lot.
It’s not much, but it’s a start.