Yesterday was a busy day. I had a workshop and then a writers’ group. Both of these things are important for my mental health.
The workshops allow me to give back and contribute in a meaningful way. They let me help. Also, they keep me connected to other people. I’m not exactly the most social of butterflies. They give me those hits of short term connections. And I’m always learning from other people there. I love my workshops.
My writing group is also important to me. It’s an outlet where I get to be creative and introspective in a room full of people doing the same. It lets me practice my writing skills. Basically what we do is write for 10-15 minutes, whatever comes out comes out. It’s different when it’s structured like that versus being at home alone. Here there are a million distractions, including in my own head.
I’m trying to write a book. I don’t know what it’s about yet, though. But I figure it’s about damn time I write it.
Let me start out by saying that I’m a peer leader for chronic pain and chronic disease self management. I know a thing or two about healthy habits. And yet here I am, still in bed hiding from the storm, with half a pizza beside me.
Do as I say, not as I do.
I understand the way to change habits, but I’ve been so sick this year that I’ve really just let things slide. Even now, I’m so tired. I’m pushing until tomorrow what I should’ve done today and I’m already a month behind.
I know the best way to change a habit is through small steps. As small as necessary.
The problem I’m having is sticking to my plans when I feel awful. That’s when the pizza gets ordered and the exercises don’t get done. I’m just so tired. My leg hurts and my lungs hurt and all I want to do is sleep. I’m not even sure I should push myself or if I just give in for another day. Of course I know the answer is to just a small amount. Even walking in place for one minute is better than nothing. It’s a small step in the right direction at least.