Sometimes having goals feels really crummy. Goals mean commitment to a routine and a way of life. Unfortunately, that sometimes encroaches on your ability to socialize. Skipping the food and drinks when I’m with others doesn’t bother me. But explaining why I’m turning it down gets old. I hate making other people feel bad. Feeling bad sucks.
Last night’s post was positive and resulted in soul-warming comments, but I’ve been feeling a bit less than happy. In fact at times this week I’ve felt downright misanthropic, overwhelmed and anxious.
Our weather has been doing what it does in Kansas City – swinging between extremes. This week it’s been in the 80’s. My house is hot. HOT. I refused to turn on my A/C so I’ve been living in minimal clothing and running my ceiling fan to stay cool.
As a result of my stubbornness and general sad spirit my ability to get a good night’s sleep has suffered tremendously. I hope that sleeping and resting most of Saturday will help. I hope that the cold front that is currently sweeping through KC today will help. Help, help, help!
Sometimes, I feel like I have to apologize for having a routine. Saying no to things I really want to do is not a gift bag of joy. Often, I don’t know how to handle it. I relish my down time. I relish the feeling of making myself do something good for me that pushes me toward success with my goal when I REALLY DON’T WANT TO or when I’M REALLY SCARED I CAN’T DO IT. [I’m sort of totally freaking myself out about my 6 mile run tonight and my 12 mile long run on Sunday. After this week I start tapering for the Gobbler Grind Half Marathon on November 18th. I desperately want to get a better time than my first. While still not fast, I want to get 2:30 or under. That’s a full 18 minutes less than my finishing time for the She Rocks! Half. Banishing negative thoughts is overwhelming. Staying positive, gritting my teeth, breathing deep and doing it instead of worrying about doing it – UGH. It consumes so much energy.]
[I think I’m also feeling taxed because I did start dating again and it takes an enormous amount of energy. I’ve felt so bad about myself for so long. I can’t even name or place some of the emotions I’m having. Not all negative, but not all positive.]
I want to be able to spend time with my friends and family, but I can’t give up on my goal. It’s bigger than anything. The pride of succeeding at something truly challenging – something that takes you to the point of effort that’s both taxing and exhilarating is worth it. A lot of things are easy for me. Natural. School wasn’t hard, cooking, understanding concepts – all things about which I’ve rarely lacked confidence. But discipline? Exercise and athleticism? Losing the 100+ pounds that I wrapped myself in? Proving I can do things I never thought possible? It’s worth it. I just wish it wasn’t so lonely.