I had my week so carefully planned out. I even used my color-coded-by-project Google Calendar with its handy email and text reminders to keep me on task.
Monday went really well, and Tuesday started out even better. I got ahead of the game for awhile when I woke up at 4 a.m. and was in the gym by 5:30 or so. That cleared up a whole hour later in the day that was supposed to be spent reading a fun little mystery, but instead got eaten up when my little contract job ran 1-1/2 hours long and resulted in more work to be done at home. By the time I left the worksite, I was feeling like my temporary office mate:
Seriously. That thing is in the corner of the office I sometimes work in, and it gives me the willies. Some friend of the client assassinated it many years ago and has nowhere to house it. Should have thought of that before he went for the thrill kill. That bear could be running through the forests, terrorizing innocent hikers and squirrels, instead of standing in the corner of an office terrorizing me!
But enough about the bear. This post is supposed to be about Poor!Me! and my tattered schedule.
Today was consumed by one appointment, Christmas shopping, and an Excel spreadsheet that’s eating my brain.
(Truly, if anyone here knows how to correctly use a SUMIFS command, I’ll…figure out something really nice to do for you if you’ll help me figure out what I’m doing wrong.)(I figured it out using my own tired brain! Yippee!) I spent almost the entire afternoon working on this monster and completely lost control of time and my scheduled tasks, including my workout. I didn’t even get my afternoon break until 5:00 p.m.!
Cheap coffee, an apple, a caramel, and a fun little mystery. That was an exciting 10 minutes!
And then I came home and am preparing to attack all my non-spreadsheet to-do items. I don’t have another engagement until early afternoon tomorrow, so I should be able to make a good dent in the backlog. I hope so, because Friday is fully booked.
I don’t share this sad, sad tale only to gain sympathy (however, a few “poor Cammys” are entirely welcome), but also to remind myself (and anyone else who has days/weeks like this) that…there will always be days/weeks like this. Accepting that and learning how to rebound are two key tools needed for long-term weight management. And for continued sanity.
My rebound plan looks a little like this:
- Stop for a break. (see: photo) Just a few minutes of breathing space can do a lot to stop the overwhelm.
- Write out my frustrations (see: this post). Just getting it down in black and white helps me sort out the petty from the important and the controllable from the uncontrollable.
- Review pretty schedule and dump all non-essentials. There went two items to the Saturday schedule.
- Identify missed essentials (see: workout) and find a way to get them done the next day. My first order of business was to move my Thursday workout to my first task of the day on tomorrow’s schedule. That way I don’t run the risk of looking up to find that the entire afternoon passed without me noticing. hello, early gym people!
- Identify what tools weren’t used and how to use them in the future. I came up with two: 1) setting boundaries with client, and 2) keeping my iphone handy so that I can actually hear the schedule reminders. (I can still choose to dismiss them, but I won’t have the surprise of glancing out the window and seeing that it’s flipping dark outside.)
- Make a list of good happenings. I’m truly blessed with lots of goodness in my life, and taking a moment to be mindful of that is always time well spent for me. Today’s positives include 1) finding both a penny AND a dime, face up (which means good luck), on PowerBall drawing day; 2) buying two gifts on my list at local shops; 3) getting in two really good workouts so far this week, despite missing today; 4) getting my hair done and only two weeks past the time it started really needing it; and 5) eating fairly damned sparkly for a scattered week. And then there’s all the roof-over-my-head, food-in-my-pantry, people-who-care-about-me usual stuff that needs to be remembered.
And suddenly, I don’t feel so frazzled and helter skelter anymore. Taking a few moments to sort things out, even in a rambly kind of way, helps me regain at least the illusion of control. And that’s really all I need.
Well, dinner would also be nice.
What do you do when your schedule goes kaput? Or when life gets to feeling all helter skelter?