As I write this I’m 32,000 feet high in the clouds on my way to Miami. Why, you ask?
Murphy has invaded my life. You know Murphy - the guy who waits until you get your head on straight and all your ducks in a row then
Bam he throws a wrench and screws up all your gears.
I’m only 4 days into my ch-ch-ch-ch-changes and I have a family emergency. Yup, the emergency sucks - I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but it does get me out of the snow and into the sun (where I belong 365-24-7 if I had my way). At least the sun with its beneficial effects will put my head in a more positive environment.
Obviously I need to rework my plan. It would be so easy to throw my hands in the air and give my power over to the Universe. But that’s what the
old me would do and it hasn’t gotten me anywhere.
The
new me called Terri immediately and said, “Help me find a way to stay empowered.” She talked me out of a weak moment and then we brainstormed. Our solution - go for broke!
I am fortunate enough to have some cash to spend on travel and booked a hotel stay at the Canyon Ranch in Miami Beach. There I have access to a full professional gym, several swimming pools, and a plethora of exercise classes running every hour from 7 am through 8 pm - not to mention the abundance of professionals at my disposal: nutritionists, doctors, personal trainers and more.
The restaurant features spa cuisine and all caloric content is listed on the menu. This will make it so very easy to stay focused on new habits during a stressful time and that is worth every cent.
So I’m on the plane with some food in my handbag to sustain me for the morning:
2 100 calorie gluten free cinnamon bars
1 tin roasted almonds
1 banana
When I land I will go to the hospital straightaway and expect to be there for several hours. While there I’ll eat yogurt and fruit.
Then I’ll head over to Canyon Ranch, check in, unpack, don my workout clothes and hit the gym! I still have to burn 300 calories during a cardio workout even if Murphy doesn’t want me to. Then I plan to go for a quiet walk on the beach to do some meditative thinking. After that I’ll shower and enjoy a gourmet, delicious, low calorie dinner.
I have a plan that's very doable. And it’s a great plan. If I don’t follow it I’ll feel guilty and we all know I’m stressed out enough. I don’t need to add more stress with my guilt.
So I will follow my plan come hell or high water. My inner hard ass has kicked in. I urge you to find yours.
Buh-Bye Murphy.